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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[There's no quiver to the edges of her mouth, her eyes don't well with tears, she doesn't clench her fists. But that doesn't mean there are no tells at all. Maybe it's something that can only be recognized by it's own kind, a grief that has to be familiar to be seen. Known.

She'll never be over it.
It's been seven years and Bruce still has dreams about it. He still closes his eyes and tries to remember the way his mother smelled when she tucked him in for the night, or the weight of his father's hand on his shoulder. There are other things in his life now, other people- there's a tentative future and a half-formed dream. But whoever Bruce Wayne might have been had died in that alley beside his parents.

And some part of her has died too.]

What do you have instead?

[Nothing. Not really. Nothing takes the place of Robert. Nothing ever could. But that's not really an acceptable answer, not in society and not for her, who so values keeping her emotions locked away.]

How schooled are you in the sciences, Mr. Wayne?

[It's an answer in and of itself.]

Theoretical or applied?

Come along.

[It's still an order, but far less crisply said this time around. It's almost an invitation, really, said as an initial half-answer to his question.]

I'll show you. It's far easier than telling you. And perhaps you'll be able to appreciate it.

[It's her lab, of course: a rather basic looking building near the church. The interior is assuredly better than the exterior, but that's assuming they get there at all.]

Edited 2019-10-06 06:37 (UTC)

[He could decline. There's something about the shape of her words, about her tone and inflection that make this not a entirely a demand but instead a pronounced suggestion.

Bruce is no scientist. He studies, he has a mind to learn anything he can not for the sake of glory, but for pragmatism. What he wants is the impossible: to predict and prepare for any possible outcome at any possible moment. But this isn't something he can do on his own. It's the reason that he turns to better, wiser men. And in this case-

Bruce steps forward, and follows.]

[Good. It's a quick walk, Rosalind's heels clicking lightly as she leads the way. The door swings open, and . . . ah, but it's a proper laboratory, or at least as proper as she can make it, given the circumstances. Multiple lab tables line the walls, with certain experiments (some interesting looking, some less so) arranged by subject (a pattern he might spot). There's an acidic smell in the air, and towards the back, a small cot with the sheets mussed.]

Science. Any and all kinds. There's your answer, Mr. Wayne.

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