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Entry tags:
- !intro log,
- akira kurusu (al),
- aziraphale (xy),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- castiel (inky),
- cheryl blossom (amanda),
- dg (keri),
- duster (nara),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- goro akechi (luna),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- keith (maru),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- miriam maisel (chase),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- pyrrha nikos (coco),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- shigeru miyata (levy),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu),
- xayah (helena)
INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
IF I HAD A HEART
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: december 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. robin posts a bulletin.
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 glowing 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.•••
The ferry has barely docked when everyone's tablets will ping: A new weekly bulletin has been posted!
...Aaaaaanyway, 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. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.
ooc.
Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! You've happened to come at a chaotic time, as we've just wrapped up a rather large event. Half the town was stuck in a dreamland version of past Beacon, where they explored for clues about the town's history. The other half stayed awake and defended the town from a brutal onslaught of green-eyed, hallucination-inducing forest spirits. The town's pretty haggard after all that, so hey, there's a conversation starter! It'll be good to have some fresh faces around to help with the recovery process.
You can check out the various Enter Mr. Sandman event posts in the OOC and log comms if you're curious, and plenty of the details will likely come up ICly, as well! The aftermath is just beginning, and we're so glad to have you along for the ride. :)

DELIVERIES
The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:
- The monthly store restock
- For Eliot: A carton of cigarettes
- For Prompto: 17 pairs of reading glasses
- For Eleven: A pair of walkie-talkies, and enough batteries to last for 3 months of casual use
- For Aziraphale: 12 drums, 11 lead pipes, 10 pairs of shoes, 9 wilting corsages, 8 bottles of milk, 7 taxidermy swans, 6 goose eggs, 5 stale onion rings, 4 bins full of duck armies, 3 dead chickens, 2 turtles, and a whole tree, though it's long dead... and strung with lights and garlands and holiday ornaments!
- For Kol: A book
- For Crowley: Peppermint extract, cream of tartar, a candy thermometer, a tin of cocoa, graham crackers, a generic bottle of red wine, a t-shirt with a crown logo on it, a book of love poems, and the goods
- For Eleven: An assortment of wrapping paper, gift tags, ribbons, bows, and gift bags.
- A lot of medical supplies. The supplies are plentiful enough that everyone may handwave finding common first aid supplies that will help to triage injuries sustained during the Enter Mr. Sandman event. The supplies won't immediately cure wounds, but they will help to prevent infection and ensure proper healing. There's even an assortment of painkillers, ranging from over the counter pills to IV morphine (though, hm, it seems each character will only be able to find one dose of the hospital-grade stuff, no matter how hard they search)
If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!
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Rhys Strongfork | Borderlands
okay okay so
who's looking to be hired? i'll give whoever can get me off this planet and back to Prometha seven thousand dollars. More, if you can do it without, like, a lot of shooting and gore and death. Or, hey, if you can get in contact with a guy named Zer0? Any of the above. Reaaaaally not picky.
A, the one where he runs into a spirit;
[It's not that he intentionally strayed close to the edge of the woods. But he was looking for housing beyond the Invincible, and he crossed a bridge, and you know what, this is why he hates nature. Give him a city any day, not a place where things crawl out of the woods to talk to you.]
Oh . . . . hhhhhey.
[Because, see, that sure is a very tall spirit staring down at him. Holy shit. Um. He glances frantically around for a split second, and glory be, there's someone nearby.]
Do, um . . . do skag rules apply, do you think, I mean, do you play dead or try and intimidate it or . . . what would be best in this situation, do you think . . .
B, the one where he's failing to hack something;
[There's a man with a glowing blue eye sitting at the back of the Invincible, muttering to himself. Which is odd, honestly, even for Beacon, because it's usually the spirits you have to watch out for, not random strange men muttering. But here we are, and he's grimacing as he gestures towards his tablet again and again, alternating between typing frantically and glaring hard at it.]
Come on, you stupid piece of--
[LET YOURSELF BE HACKED.]
B
...Is everything alright?
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Hacking a tablet like this is, like, programming 101. I could do this when I was ten. But it won't give.
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...You had one when you were ten?
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@jtodd; audio
Nice.
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is there
is this a weird offer because im gonna be honest with you i'm super not in the mood for weird bandit humor
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i lean towards stupid, but ig i could see the value in trolling some1 for 7000
2) u should read back a few entries
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1/2
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look I was gonna do A but then... hacking... gestures... so this is B actually
Having problems? Do you need help?
[It's pitying in the same way that someone making a joke about the world's smallest violin is pitying.]
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Are you just here to make snarky commentary, or can you actually help, because I'll take one, but if it's just gonna be the former . . .
[But his cybernetic eye glows again. Is he scanning Will? He is, yes.]
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[What can he say? He's multi-talented. A true Renaissance man.]
I'm fairly familiar with the— what are you doing, exactly?
[Will squints. He might not have any, but he's certainly seen plenty of cybernetics before. People can't seem to resist making them glow whenever they do things. Which means it's doing something.]
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B
What do you want it to do?
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[It's frustrating. And what might be solvable in other contexts is frightening in this, because everything he's ever worked for has just dissolved into ash, and he's dead, and there's nothing he can do about it.
So . . . the tablet. He sighs sharply and finally glances up at the man.]
You're not familiar with hacking this, right? That'd be way too easy.
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N-no, but I honestly... haven't tried?
[If he'd thought of it he might have. He's not exactly been at his best in the month since his arrival.]
I wouldn't beat yourself up too much. Chances seem good we're inside some serious shielding. They wouldn't just hand us a device that'd get a signal out.
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B
Looks like you're having problems over there.
[Akechi.... the ever helpful detective.]
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[He's resorted to trying to reconfigure his Viper Drive, which is really hard when there's no USB ports because he is in a BACKWATER HELL. With a sigh that's slightly too on edge, he throws it down on the table before him and glances at Goro.]
Forget it. I'll just . . . drink. Is that what people do around here? Drink? Get mutilated into tiny bits?
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[GORO, THAT'S NOT HELPING.]
Although, what you do depends on what you want to do when you're not trying to get by.
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A
Then they sing the "I come in peace" greeting. It's wordless, more like fluctuating notes at certain tones, but if Rhys is familiar with tonal languages it does have an internal consistency to it that suggests "language" rather than "song for entertainment".
The spirit bows half itself down, singing something back that the Soldier doesn't really understand but which sounds friendly enough, and does back off a step. The Soldier says, to Rhys,]
They're intelligent. Most of them understand our languages. But don't speak them. Some know Morse Code.
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Anyway.
That's . . . actually really, really interesting, and he glances between the two.]
I . . . okay. Are they . . .
[Hm.]
I mean, what-- what are they, exactly?
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Did you listen to the welcome message on your tablet? It should tell you about the spirits. This is one of them.
[The spirit sings a questioning note, and the Soldier tries Morse, pulling out a knife to tap a quick message: He is new. Please forgive rudeness.
This time the song the spirit makes sounds amused, and then whistles Morse back. The Soldier relaxes a little, replies briefly with a farewell, and the tall spirit drifts back into the trees.]
Anyone with a mask like that is a spirit. Even tiny ones that look like insects. Some of them are hostile. Some are not.
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network; @bacura
That sounds like sarcasm, but it's not.
I could believe you have a spaceship in your pocket at this point.
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if i was i'd already be off this backwater planet believe me
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b
[Mary, generally speaking, hates the woods. But having been here for about half a year now, one learns to make it work. And besides, she has to go through the woods whenever she wants to go to the park. Or have ice cream. Both. Always both. She shakes her head at Rhys as if she can't believe what she's seeing. Putting her lantern down temporarily, she gives him instruction.]
You have to say "how do you do?"
[And then she curtsies at the tall spirit.]
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[Is that what you do? That seems like the right way to get your head bopped off, frankly. Visions of PR videos back in Hyperion float through his head-- y'know, the ones that told you that if you went down to Pandora and got your head ripped off by a bullymong, it wasn't the company's fault, but also, here's how to maybe avoid that.
But the thing isn't killing the kid. And so Rhys, after a lot of balking and unkind thoughts on how, if one of them is to be made a meal, it won't be the skinny kid, he offers literally the worst bow. It's like . . . half an inch deep, if that.]
How do you . . . do.
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network
[ Angel has been riding high on her sudden but welcome freedom, who knew that it would be a disjointed message on a screen that would make it all come crashing down around her?
The mention of Promethea is one thing, the mention of Zer0 is also one thing, and separately the words Angel is reading may only mildly grab her attention, but together? Too precise to be a coincidence. The realization that she's not alone in this place sucking all the air out of the room around her, much like Jack's airlocking habit. ]
She needs more information.
Hello, perhaps I can help. Can you provide me with more details?
OR
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[ By the time Angel stumbles upon him, that initial happy, adrenaline-fueled rush of "I'm free!" is starting to wear off, and the anxiety about well, everything, is beginning to set in. A distraction like someone having technical difficulties is exactly what she needs right now before that looming darkness of fear and doubt catches up with her. ]
Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but notice you taking a lot of anger out on your tablet. Is it giving you some difficulty?
network although both are so good
Yeah, I need a ride off here. Literally anywhere, although I mean, I'd ideally like to go to Promethea, but. Right now, not picky.
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this killed me a little i'm ngl
yw
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