logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: SEPTEMBER

INTRO LOG: SEPTEMBER
BRIGHT STARS BURNING

characters: everyone.
location: all over beacon!
date/time: the first part of september.
content: new folks, old folks, new things, dead things.
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

The first thing you're aware of as you come to is the glow of a lantern, just within reach. Hazily, you start to recall the events leading up to your arrival. You died, somehow, but how does that equate to you being wherever you are?

A few answers can be found if you pick up and look through the tablet that's settled right beside the lantern. Some of the information is a little out of date at this point, but the most important details are still there: yes, you're really dead, keep your lantern close, and watch out for the spirits. You might notice mention of a ferry, but that's odd, considering you're half-submerged in water with no boat of any kind nearby.

And why does the water smell like you just walked into a Starbucks on the first day of pumpkin spice season? Boy, that's not coming out of your hair any time soon either.

Leaving where you are and using the provided map on the tablet will help you find your way to town, and along the way you might find some out of place items, like crates of food or toiletries or clothing. Feel free to grab what you find as you make your way there, your new neighbors are sure to appreciate it.

Luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for getting acquainted with their new situation! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. It's still a little messed up (maybe someone might want to record a new message?), it has plenty of important information to share. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records that were thankfully saved from the bad storm a few months ago. If that's not enough, there's many long-time residents of Beacon that will be happy to share how things go around here. If not in person, network works too.

muffins!

In addition to the potent scent of pumpkin spice, during the first few days of September you will occasionally be able to detect the aroma of baked goods in the air. It seems the case of pumpkin spice flavoring was brought in for a reason, and that reason becomes clear when baskets of muffins start appearing at the doorsteps of buildings (even those that have been damaged and/or abandoned) and in front of occupied room doors. Some of these baskets contain flavors that are more unique than others and the baskets look a little haphazardly put together, but there was clear thought put into the gesture. You may notice a spirit lurking out of the corner of your eye, trying to hide behind a tree or in a doorway or behind furniture - don't worry, they just want to make sure you got your basket!

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to The Next Night! We're so glad to have you with us, both new and old. For a run-down on what's upcoming in September, please see the September gameplan, or check the calendar for a quick overview!

As a reminder, things like newcomer arrivals, item deliveries, and lantern repair all depend on the help of the characters in the game! If your character would be interested in assisting with the equipment at Dr. Solis' Lab in any way, please let us know!

DELIVERIES

The item request crew at the lab has always tried their best, they really have. The things people request often come in pretty close to what they had asked for, and lately they've struggled to get the things landed neatly in one place but at least they've always arrived somewhere. Maybe it's the shifting of the seasons, maybe it's pure bad luck, but it seems that they've struggled in a new way this time. Everything has landed in the harbor and is quickly sinking. Worse (or better?) is that among the supplies seems to have been an enormous pallet of boxed pumpkin spice mix which exploded on impact. Everything, including the water of the lake, tastes and smells strongly of pumpkin spice. Festive!

The following can be found, one way or another:

The monthly store restock, which provides enough food, general sundry items, and basic supplies to comfortably last the group a month. You can check what kind of items to expect in a monthly restock here.

For Inspector Javert: an abundance of high-quality pistol ammunition, including a bonus box of armor-piercing rounds; plenty of tools and supplies for a very nice kitchen including some polished granite countertop slabs, exotic dark hardwood panels and beams, a professional baking oven that stands floor to ceiling, and more, plus three large wheeled carts to help carry everything.

For Cao Pi: a high-quality silk bathrobe, a very casual robe, and a travel guide to the Chinese city of Fenghuang, circa 1995.

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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"No, it's fine. Really, don't worry about it. I always help gather stuff up when it arrives," he says, then hoists the box back up once it's full and does indeed quickly catch up.

"Besides, I want to see your place! I think it's cool you're all working on fixing up a building. Gotta get the before so I can appreciate the after, right?"

If he's going to insist that strenuously, Soldat is not going to push. "Guess you probably haven't, no." No one in that house really winds up having guests over, do they. They're not sure they really want that to change, exactly, but Rosinante's right, there's no harm in showing him. "We had to do a lot of repair after the flood. But it was still in better shape than our old cabin was."

"I can imagine. Putting D- ... Ingram's place back together took weeks of work and his is a smaller space. Dunno if we'll ever fix up the rest of the village, all of us, but maybe there's no need."

Phew, caught himself before he could use that title Soldat hates.

It's not like they have people to fill the village, anyway. The Invincible and The Landmark aren't anywhere near full and it's easier to have people all on one side of the river. Easier to defend.

Soldat recognizes what he did, and is torn between gratitude and... and annoyance. Not at Rosinante for trying to be kind, but at themselves for it being necessary. (Well, I mean, it is fucking annoying. No. Both right. It's annoying, but like Misty said. It does make sense.)

They don't say anything about it. "Rather there not be a need. There's so few of us now. Safer to stay together in the big, defensible places. Though that one new gal kept talkin' about rebuilding the village." Nothing seems to have come of it yet, though.

"Yeah, I heard about that, but I think she's biting off more than she can chew. It's admirable, I appreciate her ambition, but I'm not sure it's the best use of our time. She's welcome to use her own however she likes, I guess," he says with a shrug.

"What it really means, I guess, is she and the others who have come in recently want to make this place better, and that's something I can get behind."

"Yeah, I'm. Really hopin' the new folks have some good ideas. Not just for fixing things up. But for everything." They haven't forgotten the whole... world eater thing. How could they? They're just pretty good at compartmentalizing, and since they are sure they have no good ideas here, they'll have to hope other people do.

They might be wrong, in the end, and have ideas that are actually useful, but Soldat is still working on that self-esteem, proper-role thing.

The little bed and breakfast isn't too far off now - he can see it just ahead, and nods to it.

"Want to show me around now, or is it better to wait? Don't want to bother anyone by showing up unexpectedly."

"Pudding is doing inventory on new supplies, Javert is on patrol, and Misty should be in the greenhouse. Now's a good time." They heft the oven a little more onto their shoulder, but bring it around behind the house rather than trying to haul it inside. They're not even entirely sure it will fit through the door.

"We'll hafta take that wall down," they say absently, mostly to themselves. "Expand the kitchen that way. Bring all the shit inside, then." Hell, they'll have to get it done pretty soon, too, before it starts getting really cold.

"Let me and Law know if you need a hand. Hell, he might even be able to remove the wall for you, though I shouldn't volunteer him for it."

But, look, those powers are useful and he's proud, all right? That sacrifice was well-worth it to make sure Law got to be the one to have that devil fruit.

The crate could probably fit inside, but he decides to go ahead and leave it next to the oven instead for now. It would still sure take up a fair amount of space, and even if the weather somehow turns to rain, everything in the box already got wet anyway.

Wet and smelling like pumpkin. A little rain won't hurt them. "Yeah? That'd be faster than taking a sledgehammer to it. Or my arm. Less fun, maybe, though." Because taking the metal arm to building walls is kinda fun.

Once the oven is settled where it belongs, for now, they head back around to the front of the building to let Rosinante in. "It's not very impressive," they warn, opening the door to a cozy little living room with rugs, a couch, a couple of armchairs. It's more rustic in decor than the old cabin had been, the walls wood and unpainted so far.

The plus side is they could just move the wall back several feet and build new wall in between. Less work overall, right? Probably. Assuming Law is interested in helping in something as mundane as construction work.

He ducks his head as he enters, and looks around. Cozy is right - they have quite a few people in here and yet everyone has their space if they all want to hang out. "It's nice," he says. "I'm impressed. Must be fun to have something all your own, unlike The Invincible."

Soldat smiles a bit at that. "I'd probably be there now, actually. If Misty hadn't wanted a little more space. I'm used to people around, every wall, every corner, just people. But it is nice, to have somewhere to actually make ours. Kind of." The only one of them who really focuses on decorating is Pudding, though Soldat tries off and on, as evidenced mostly by colorful quilts on each chair and the couch, and bits of origami here and there that gets replaced frequently with something new.

"Kitchen's over here." It's off to the left, separated from the living room by a wall, but open to the dining nook next to the hall back to the bedrooms. It's also narrow, with very little counterspace, and gets stupidly hot when anything's baking. "The kids who made this place. Definitely did not think much about cooking," Soldat says. The kitchen table doesn't even fit inside it, so there's only the dining nook.

"Suppose they ate at The Invincible often?"

That would have been before Soldat sort of took over that kitchen, though. The bartender spirits, as helpful as they were, weren't really into cooking.

"I can see why you need more kitchen space, with both you and Pudding living here."

"Dunno, I never really. Met any of them. They were here really briefly, and then gone again, just left us this house." They look around, maybe a little wistful that they'd missed the people who put such work into this place, in order to stay together.

"Me. Pudding. Misty. Sora, even. He's moving in, too, now. The Inspector is the only one who doesn't cook. And he's the one who decided we needed a better kitchen." They run a hand over the edge of one counter, still amazed by the care that shows.

He must have missed that, but in the early days things were chaotic enough that he couldn't keep tabs on everyone like he manages to do now. The first he knew of that B&B, Sora was already involved. And yet he hadn't been living there that whole time? Just wanted to help out? He's a good guy.

"Thoughtful of him," he says as he ducks back out of the tiny kitchen and into the main room so Soldat can get back out again. Rosinante doesn't inherently mind small spaces, but they're undeniably awkward given his size.

"Just let me know when you're all ready to get started. And I'll ask Law if he wants to help."

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