logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: SEPTEMBER

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.

•••

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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That's-- abrupt, Kakyoin thinks. He raises an eyebrow, skeptical. He's not some kind of hooligan rabble-rouser, for sure but his easily-offended-by-insinuation stat is dangerously high. Great combination.

So, "I don't know how to drive a boat, so whatever I'm going to do is going to wait until we get to land." And hopefully they have some clean shirts there, too. "At this point, with the information we have, aimlessly waving my arms around and hoping I hit someone important is the best option."

"That's not a bad option, you know," Crowley says. "Getting people's attention. Finding out what's really going on."

He probably shouldn't do this. He should probably take some responsibility and figure things out on his own.

"On a boat full of people who don't know anything? Maybe I'll put a pin in it for when we get to land."

Ah, but he'd drop his sheet if he did, so maybe not.

Crowley shrugs. "Suit yourself. Get yourself well and proper into whatever they've got set up for us, then figure out what you want to do."

He gives him a sidelong glance.

"After all, it could be a prison."

"It's death," Kakyoin says, a touch slowly. Is there a punchline he's missing? Some secret? "I don't know what else you expected."

He pauses for a long moment. "Are you still trying to convince me to steal the boat? We've been over this."

Crowley looks back at the man. "Nah," he says. "I think I should get someone on my side with....well, clothes."

He's definitely not just saying that because he's sore that he couldn't just tempt him to help out.

Leave his sheet out of this; he still has pants. He frowns, tugging said sheet defensively, like it's a real robe and he has every right to be fussed over getting called out on this.

"My uniform was ruined, so I made some hasty adjustments. I'll look for a sheet with buttons next time."

"Was that when you died?" Crowley asks, bluntly. "Because everything I was was obliterated and I still ended up with a shirt."

Yes, all right, he's a little sore. But he's been out of practice with temptations for eleven years, now.

"It was," he says, shrugging. The bluntness makes it easier to swallow, actually, which is definitely not the intention but Kakyoin is a little weird. "I ended up with a new torso, I suppose."

A new shirt was probably extra? He didn't order the deluxe package.

Crowley makes a face. "Lost your whole torso, did you? Shark attack?"

Okay, that gets him to frown and recoil a little; gross. "Vampire."

He pauses. "Not— I wasn't bitten in half, that's ridiculous. Don't think that."

Crowley shrugs. He's seen a lot of James Bond movies.

"So a vampire destroyed your torso? How's that work, I thought they just bit off a hunk of your neck or whatever. And, you know, don't exist and all," he adds.

"I know how it sounds. And if that's where you're going to get stuck, you won't like the rest of it, either."

So really, must he? Something about a skeptical take on his own death sets the corners of his brain on fire.

Oh, now Crowley must hear this. He leans against the edge of the boat, perhaps a bit precariously, and gives the man a gentle wave to continue.

"Please. I'll keep an open mind."

"A vampire with the power to stop time used that power to-" his brow furrows, "-shove his soul's entire arm through my stomach, more or less."

Then, there was the water tower... Regardless: he has earned this sheet.

Crowley considers this.

"So how did he use the power of stopping time to shove his arm----wait, no, his soul's arm---through your stomach?"

Excuse him if his voice sounds more than a little skeptical.

"If you're not going to take me seriously, I don't see the point in talking about it."

He sounds more bland than offended; it's not his job to convince strangers he isn't lying, especially about this. They could put this energy to something more productive, like pretending to steal a boat.

"And, ultimately, I don't really care if you believe me."

"Well, you have to admit, it's a bit of an extraordinary story," Crowley says. But he supposes he's going a bit too far, insulting someone about the way they died. They have only just arrived, after all. He doesn't even know the bloke's name, not that he's going to ask any time soon.

"So why kill you?" he asks. "This vampire?"

"You don't believe me, but you're still going to ask? Do you listen to yourself— like, when you speak?"

No offense, critical stranger, but please. "What are you getting out of this?"

"A good story, mostly," Crowley says. "Besides, not like we have much else to talk about. We don't have anything in common except for the fact that we're dead."

And wearing sunglasses.

And wearing sunglasses, indeed. Kakyoin considers him for a moment.

"You don't know if we have nothing else in common," he points out, however, "but you're probably right.

"It isn't much of a story, in any case. Why else would anyone subject themselves to someone like that? To stop them. Obviously, I couldn't, but I was trying."

For all that this story sounds really extraordinary, Crowley softens just a little at the man's words. It's true, the only reason Crowley has ever subjected himself to anyone terrible----Hastur, for example----has been to stop him. And look where it got him.

"What were they doing? That you wanted to stop?"

Pretend vampires are real for a minute and think about this, what do vampires do— Kakyoin blinks, like he honestly isn't expecting the question. It's the next obvious question, logically, but he's been so entrenched in this it's almost as if he'd forgotten what a comparatively small world he'd lived in. Huh.

"Besides the usual vampire behavior...?" Gnawing people in half or whatever. "Putting my friend's family in danger."

"Well, I don't know usual vampire behavior," Crowley says. "Remember, where I'm from, they're not real."

He gives a nod to the statement about putting his friend's family in danger though. Good enough reason to die, he supposes. Crowley would've died for Aziraphale, he thinks. Not Aziraphale's family, if he had one, though.

Not the kind of approval he ever wanted, but alright. He shrugs.

"Maybe you haven't noticed them. I only met the one, to be fair."

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