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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Mango, [She murmurs, on the important topic of tropical fruit.]

Greenhouse? Wouldn't be a miracle cure, but it'd expand our options. You can treat soil, even, depending on how specific we can get with requests.

Very true. We'd need a large one. Oh, I'd love a greenhouse so we could grow tomatoes in the winter.

[ He smiles thinking about it. Tomatoes, maybe a peach tree or two. ]

What a lovely idea, Misty.

Greenhouse, root cellar, at least bolster whatever the boat brings. And it'd be fresh. No idea what the situation here is with protein, but there's a lot we can probably manage.

[Canned goods are far from something she'd turn her nose up at completely, but her standards are a great deal higher.

Unused to praise, she merely dips her head behind her mug in hopes of downplaying a smile. Clearly some means of rummaging up bananas has to go on the agenda.]

Have to make it as tolerable as we can, right? It's health, and good to keep projects.

Yes, particularly if they're beneficial to others.

[ He is practically beaming at her. ]

Could I look at this plot of land with you sometime?

Also, did you know, the Chinese used to grow soy beans on boats in pots and none of their sailors suffered from scurvy. But if we have no means of protein to eat, there are wonderful things that could be done with tofu!

[ A history lesson and he's talking about food: Misty, I hope you're prepared for this. ]

Ah potatoes. Do you think we could grow those without too much sun?

Absolutely! Have to, even, if you're going to be helping.

I did not, and that's a fantastic idea. Any idea how you make tofu, to start with?

[And it is difficult to do anything but return his enthusiasm; very optimistically, she focuses on the culinary challenge.]

Tubers, I can't imagine they need that much.

[Paired with a shrug, but also largely meaning 'she'll shove as much magic in them as she has to to make it happen'.]

Ah, yes, I believe it's a bit like how you make cheese. You take the soy milk and you agitate it and make curds and press them.

[ He'd visited one or two factories and farms in his day.</small. ] And yes, I imagine potatoes will be a good crop for us.

That's all it is?

[She'd imagined a much more complicated process - that's a pleasant surprise.]

Definitely don't see why we shouldn't give that a try, then. That and potatoes both. Frustrating we got here when we did, spring would have been best for getting headway on this, no telling how harsh the winter'll be.

What did you do after being a gardener?

Oh, I've always had the bookshop. Even when I was busy as the gardener, I just closed it up and came back to it after-- oh, it's probably been seized.

[ He never had a will, of course, or anyone to put in the will... ]

Ah, never mind that.

Were you a musician, Misty?

[A hint of a frown - something might have bothered him, which is cause for concern - but gone as quickly as it appears, replaced by a smile more comfortable than the last.]

I wish. Avid, avid appreciator of it, but no musical talent to save my life. Why do you ask?

Oh, just thought you had such an appreciation for it, it might've come through as a career choice.

Did you ever find out if there's any music at the general store?

[In another, luckier life, ahh...]

Best left to the professionals, tragic as it is, but I'm very flattered.

None that I saw, but I guess that's just more I'll have to request. Seeds, better food to cook with, greenhouse kit, classic rock. ...And others. What do you like?

Oh! Books, oysters, sushi... inks and pens and a decent writing desk would be nice.

But I think possibly your list of things is more practical for us to have. But may I ask you a question, Misty? What is a classic rock?

More practical, but someone could make a real case for seafood. Crab, mm.

[She sits up a little taller, mouth opening and closing as she cycles through at least three near-starts that are just as swiftly discarded. It's odd to put so emotional a thing to dry, understandable terms.]

Music from the sixties to the nineties, obviously leaning more rock than anything else - not that a lot of pop from the same span's not just as good. I could play you some, but I've only got headphones - makes conversing tricky.

[ The words rock and pop also don't register any meaning to him, and neither do headphones, so he just nods along and thinks maybe it'll be better to ask Crowley later instead. ]

I see. Perhaps I might know some of the musicians?

Is-- Is the Velvet Underground a classic rock musician?

[More experimental or alternative, but really, that's unnecessary hair-splitting for what isn't half as important as getting the idea across. She nods, enthusiastically at that.]

Absolutely! Do you like them?

Ah, I don't know, I pulled their record up once but never got to listen to them. I should like to give them a try, if you find them here somewhere.

[ To be fair, unless it's Pale Blue Eyes or Sunday Morning, the assessment that he wouldn't like it would be absolutely correct. ]

I'm afraid I haven't caught up with music since... oh, possibly Sinatra. I did like him.

Ohhhh-- you missed so much.

[The amount of concern with which she says this is almost comical. It has absolutely all of her attention.]

Music changes so fast and there's so much of it-- whatever your taste is there's going to be tons worth catching up on. I have to see if there's any stored around here, and if not I guess it'll be a permanent request.

[Not all items can be practical, and this is the easiest exception to make by miles.]

Oh, right, the requests. Yes, we'll have to request a little music.

[ He prefers Bach, Handel, Lizst, you know. But he'll gladly listen to Queen, the one band from the last fifty years whose music he'd recognize on listen. ]

You'll have to let me listen to some of yours.

[And it will be quite an adjustment, because her tastes decidedly differ and she will stick anything out for sake of politeness.]

Absolutely. No telling if it'll be to taste if it's that era you're looking for, but then that'd just help narrow it down. CD player's not very atmospheric, but it's something.

[Record player......this slow slide toward frivolous requests begins.]

Ah yes, the CD player.

[ His computer at home doesn't even take CDs, only floppies. It runs on a command-line OS. He uses it only to fill out his taxes.

His gramophone is hand-crank.

Misty... you've got your work cut out for you bringing Aziraphale into the modern age. ]

As for the music, I trust you.

[Good lord.]

I'll hold off on it now - conversation's better tonight. And maybe we'll make an event of it. A proper meal to go with it, at least.

Oh, that would be lovely. Yes, I think so, perhaps with some of our vegetables and fruits. I'll be looking forward to it!

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