logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: SEPTEMBER

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: september 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. everyone gets a special gift, courtesy of the lighthouse keeper.
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.

You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern that glows steadily with a healthy flame.

You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.

Making your way to the deck, and eventually the pier, you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.

In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.

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Unlike the past two months, there's not a whole lot happening down at the dock today. It's quiet, disconcertingly so, after the foghorn blows once and then twice to signal the ferry's arrival. Winters is dead, and as such there's no one around to dole out the "need to know" info for the new arrivals.

Luckily, the tablet and the town do have some resources available for playing catch up! The Keeper's recent network post is available for everyone to read, and newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall. Everyone's also welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes, too.

But, oh! In the ferry's cargo hold is a rather large crate addressed to the Postmaster General, and inside? A bunch of ocarinas! The Postmaster General, set up at their little stall, will be passing out ocarinas (free of charge!) to everyone that happens by. Anyone who doesn't come by the stall will receive one in their mailbox.

Shortly after the ferry arrives, a new message from the Lighthouse Keeper appears on the network:

Did everyone get their ocarinas? If you didn't, check your mailbox at the post office. There's plenty to go around. The extras will be in the general store.

You can use these to communicate with the forest spirits. Their language is based on musical notes, so you have to play little songs for them. Here's a couple of basic translations that should help you guys out:

The rest of the message contains playing instructions and example audio files for the following messages:

- A friendly greeting!
- An assurance that equates to "I come in peace".
- A short melody that translates roughly to polite terms like please, thank you, and you're welcome.
- A shrill note that asks for help.

Characters can use the ocarinas to communicate these phrases to the forest spirits (and are welcome to try learning or communicating other phrases), but keep in mind that there's not much plot info to be learned from the forest spirits, at least not for right now. These ocarinas won't exactly help you translate anything the forest spirits might say back, after all.

The Lighthouse Keeper won't be responding to that network post, but she can be contacted through her inbox!

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, you are officially without a chaperone. Rastus is back at the bonfire, Will is characteristically elusive, and Robin is, well, you know where she's at. It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

We're also happy to introduce the YARD SARD... The Postmaster General will be appearing in any intro logs where a player formerly in the game has ordered something through Rastus but is no longer around to claim it! These items will still come in, but since they have no owner, they'll be available for other characters to claim. It's usually a first come, first serve situation, though the Postmaster General may turn folks away for any number of weird reasons. (OOCly, it's us attempting to spread the wealth among the playerbase.)

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock
Two silver prosthetic pieces (they aren't a perfect fit, but they work well enough) for Polnareff
A few bottles of holy water, a pouch of powdered silver, and a magic wand (the wand doesn't have the permanence spell Elden was looking for, unfortunately; instead, it will temporarily change the color of its target to either pink or blue!) for Elden
Webfluid components (about a three month's supply) for Peter
A spice rack for Davina, and one for Ignis as well, plus a little geology kit with both of their names scribbled on the package and crossed out various times. Looks like these orders got a little mixed up! Everything each of them requested (plus a little extra) can be found among these packages, but they'll have to sort out what goes where
2 cartons of cigarettes, a flintlock pistol, and 100 rounds of ammo for it (though none for the shotgun, hm!) for Rosinante
A small assortment of dreamcatchers, all with a lot of feathers for Xayah
A flash drive (on which is a very simple app for Morse code translation! this can be passed around or uploaded to the network for many users to download) for Matt
A bounce house (small and with quite a few holes that need patching, but it'll get the job done; it's deflated, but it does have a built-in fan!) for Lunafreya

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

YARD SARD

The Postmaster General is here! They've set up a little stall on the dock, and have a couple of items for... sard?

~~A carton of cigarettes~~
4 2 boxes of .45 bullets
~~A sewing kit~~

If you would like to purchase an item from the Postmaster General, you can haggle with them below!

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Crowley doesn't think he can die. Which is probably both a good thing and a bad thing. After all, discorporation is a minor inconvenience for a demon, and he's already been obliterated into nothing in Hell, so what's a little discorporation if it happens? Majorly weaponed human persons are just discorporation machines. He's not afraid of them.

Though, thinking about it, this one could be a good ally. Crowley doesn't fight, but fighters can be helpful.

"Does anyone know where we are?" he asks, just as petulantly as before.

An audible sigh passes her lips as if she wants him to be aware of just how much effort it takes her to speak to him.

"Beacon." Knowing full well that will mean as much to him as it has to here these last couple of months. "Hell. Purgatory. The place where people go to have a shared acid trip while they dream?" Plucking a handful of theories she's heard tossed around... that last one was courtesy of her roommate when he was two-thirds of the way through a bottle of cheap whiskey.

Well. Ex-Roommate. Dead roommate.

"You know who you should talk to?" A smile now crawling its way across her lips as she's struck with an idea.

"Our resident Doctor." She would like to point out that he's not a real Doctor. "Will. He knows everything."

Just ask him.

"This isn't Hell," Crowley says. "I thought it was, but----nah, more I'm here, the less I think that Hell is this clever."

Crowley knows Hell, but he doesn't know much about Purgatory. He used to think he knew quite a bit about all the mythology, but nah, he got a bit lazy in the last few thousand years. If only Aziraphale were here, he'd know.

He considers her suggestion to talk to the resident doctor. "Who is Will?"

Her eyebrow raises but she doesn't comment. Instead filing that reaction away to examine at a later point. His words wouldn't have given her much pause, if not for the authority with which they were delivered.

"One of the more long-term residents of this place." Well, shit. This explanation would require a lot more conversation than she was hoping for.

"Your lots the third ferry of people to show up this time around. There was one a month ago and one a month before that. Will? He's been around a hellova a lot longer than two months."

"And what? He was here alone? In the dark?"

Great. Probably someone completely mad, then. Not exactly someone Crowley wants to deal with.

He looks at the woman in front of him skeptically. "When did you arrive?"

"Him and a couple of others. Leftovers from the last time this happened apparently." Not that she doubted it. Scarlett wasn't so paranoid that she actually believed Will was one of the evil overseers or whatever. His emotional outburst had convinced her that he was just as screwed as the rest of them.

"Two months ago. My group was the first to arrive. Yours is the third."

"So a new group of people arrive on this ship every month," Crowley says. Good to know. Good to know when to expect the ship.

He glances over his shoulder, back towards the town. "What happened here last time? Does anybody know?"

"Not outside of those who saw it happen and they haven't exactly been forthcoming with that information. I got the sense they turned on each other but that's just guesswork on my part." And it had something to do with the Church, but she wasn't about to share that one without knowing more about the why. She wasn't too keen on being reset.

She could, of course, tell him that if he wants all the answers, he just has to hunt down Will and grill him but as much of an ass as Scarlett can be? She's not quite ready to throw Will under the bus just yet. Well. Not on this anyway.

"Best source of information we had is dead." Shrugging, like the fact that Winters is gone, is neither here nor there for her.

"Tell a bunch of people they're dead, throw them in a big spooky dark town without supplies," Crowley says. "Yeah, that'll do it. Probably won't be too long until we all turn on each other here, too."

This person, though. What's her deal? Who is she? She's helpful, at least. Maybe she can help Crowley get out of this place? No, no, she'd have gotten herself out sooner if she could.

"Who are you?"

"My thoughts exactly." At least she's ready for that eventuality if her arsenal is anything to go by. Some people were understandably squeamish about death but Scarlett? As she'd explained to Will; She doesn't consider herself a murderer but she'll do what she has to and she won't lose sleep over it.

"Somebody who doesn't plan on getting killed by a bunch of hysterical idiots." A wry, half-grin finally touching her lips as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "Scarlett Harker." Not that the name would mean much to him but if he wanted specifics of her story? He was going to have to ask - not that she was shy in sharing.

Good----that's good, she's prepared for a fight. Crowley idly wonders what makes this woman tick. Could he tempt her into following him? Get together a group of people who could keep him safe while he worked out a way out of this place? Or was she a do-gooder type, more focused on doing what was right and protecting people?

He'd been so focused on Armageddon these last eleven years, he was woefully out of practice.

"You've got a plan, then?" he says. "Care to share with those of us who also don't want to die any time soon?"

Her lips twitch, the scowl threatening to twist her features before she can iron them out.

"I had a plan." Well, the beginnings of one anyway. The right group of people that might have been able to pull it off. "And then most of my plan wound up dead, so." Shrugging as if she's not nearly as bothered by any of that as she actually is.

"Now I have a little more time on my hands to figure some things out" Not that it would get them out of here but Scarlett wasn't so interested in simply escaping. She wanted a way home - no lantern required.

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