logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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.

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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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If you aren't using a telegraph or an instrument that can lengthen contact or a tone, it's about the pauses. Short stop and long stop. It's just a letter substitution. Usually uses English as the base but can use any language.

[They tap the A, the B, and the C on their arm with the knife.]

The spirits have terrible grammar for English. Probably more used to their own language grammar rules.

[The usual bustle of people unloading cargo and herding newcomers around town has begun. Normally it's exciting but it feels a little somber this month, given how many of them, like himself, are pretty seriously injured. Rosinante's bandages mostly sit beneath his clothing but the one deep cut on his brow isn't entirely hidden by his bangs, and his limp is pretty easy to spot. Still, he's doing his best to help carry things and direct people and will continue to do so. Being hurt is no excuse to sit around and not even try. Even injured, his size makes it easier to carry more than most around here.

He makes his way out along the pier, up onto the ferry to grab a box, then spots someone looking a little lost. And what was that about stars? It's cloudy this time of year almost every day, but he looks up anyway - and yeah, bummer. No updating his charts until the weather clears.]

Not today, I guess. Might snow any minute, with clouds that thick. Do you need a hand down?

So I can plan on being tortured by some creepy monster?

...Yes, I suppose. And it didn't feel like two weeks, dear, more like a few hours.

Crowley.

[ His face softens. ]

I am sorry for scaring you.

[ He approaches, and places a hand on Crowley's cheek. ]

[And then Aziraphale is touching his face and Crowley feels himself start to crumble. He will not cry he will not cry he will not cry he will not cry----

His voice is just a little hoarse as he speaks]

I thought you would never wake up. I was certain of it.

Ah-- yes, it was so real, that I went to go see them.

[ Which - I forgot to actually do on an OOC note ]

The spirit had taken Molly's eyes and Akechi's ankles, you see. I just wanted to make sure they were alright, and, well.

--I have both wings!

He jerks up immediately. "The church?"

Having found some strength, he shoots up to his feet. "He's-- he's a demon, my dear, the last time he was in a church his feet were burned for three years."

He won't say it was on his behalf that Crowley was even in a church.

We-- I have to go. I can't let him come alive again only to burn up.

[The Soldier is the next best thing to dozing, sitting on one of the benches around the bonfire, watching the flames and what little attention they have left beyond staying at least partly awake focused on tracking the other people around without actually watching them.

The chuckle wakes them up the rest of the way, though, because... well, it's not the first time they've heard a weird voice in their head. But the familiar voice isn't usually chuckling for no reason. (Sergeant? Not me, pal.) The words don't sound anything like the green-eyed spirits, either, though that doesn't really reassure much.

The Soldier lifts their head and look around, baffled and wary.]

What.

Oh, my dear.

[ No, he can't cry, then Azirphale will sympathy cry. Empathy cry, really.

He pulls Crowley down to his shoulder and into an embrace. ]

Let's go home, Crowley. At least by the bonfire. I should like to get you warm.

[Crowley leans into the embrace, just grateful for the warmth of Aziraphale, even just for a moment. He has to be alive, because Hell doesn't make embraces like this.

He pulls back, enough to look down at Aziraphale seriously]

That's why I had to go, angel. I had to go to the Lighthouse. I had to stop what was happening, I had to find a way to wake you up.

The Soldier manages not to fall on their ass, just barely, at Aziraphale suddenly surging to his feet and bumping off their hand. They blink once, digesting the idea of a church hurting Crowley somehow, then pick themselves up.

"Okay. I'll come." Feels like someone should keep an eye on Aziraphale. He's being as erratic as Crowley usually is, albeit for pretty good reason. "Though you have time."

No. Stop, Crowley.

It's a suicide mission. You knew that.

I wasn't dead-- you shouldn't have...

I can't lose you.

[ Now Aziraphale is panicking. ]

"Yes, well, he's always been rather unpredictable, that one," he counters. "Let's hope it's a short time rather than a long one."

He tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't quite work out.

It's alright, he's too busy running.

That vivid, huh.

[But not actually real, thankfully. Those who had been awake had suffered enough for all of them already.]

I'm glad you're up. In fact, if you're going to stick around here for a while, do you mind if I send people your way? A lot of us are still kind of bad off.

[Not that the angel's healing is perfect or complete here, but if it's enough to close up open wounds that are otherwise just covered over with bandages and stitched together, it'll still be a big help.]

Angel, if you were dead, I'd know you'd come back. You were just asleep. No sign of life at all. Couldn't heal you awake, couldn't do anything to get you up. Nothing.

You were trapped, and defenseless and I had to do something.

Yes, something. But not that, Crowley.

[ He pulls out of the embrace ]

I can't believe I'm still having this argument with you. I just wanted us to go home and enjoy what time we have!

I'm not----I'm not trying to argue with you! I'm trying to explain it to you. We had no other leads, none at all!

Just because you're desperate doesn't mean you should do the first thing that comes to your mind. In fact, it would be the worst time to do so.

Crowley.

How did you die?

The Soldier decides they're not going to run after him. They're going to calmly dismantle the barricade over the kitchen door, get two bowls of the last of the stew that they kept warm over the stove for anyone who needed food on the go, and carry them down the path to the church to catch up to Aziraphale. Give the angel a little bit to get some nerves out, or some emotions out, before having to deal with the murder machine's weary uncertainty.

They come to find where Aziraphale settled, or didn't settle, and wordlessly offer one of the bowls. The angel hasn't eaten in two weeks. Surely he's hungry-- and the Soldier has discovered, over the past two weeks, that they find feeding people soothing. Both to themselves and the other person.

[He would be so mad if he knew that Rhys' eye didn't include the "Dr." at the front.]

Look, I'm not stupid, and I'm not from some backwater world like most of the people here. I know what cybernetics are, and I know there are only a few uses for one like that. Now what were you looking for?

[It's probably clear that he's not going to be of any help until he gets what he wants. Which is a pretty concise summary of him, like, as a person.]

Oh-- yes, yes of course. I can make a round. Dreadfully selfish of me, isn't it? Staying here?

[ He looks off away a moment into what seems to be nothing at all, or wherever his thoughts are. ]

Churches are consecrated, they're holy. It-- burns Crowley's skin, it's why I've been waiting here.

[ Well, not the whole reason. But possibly why he's so reluctant to leave. ]

I'll phone the Soldier.

[ ah. somehow, she feels a little guilty when he does that. pyrrha's smile softens a tad and she holds out the javelin she'd picked out earlier. ]

And I was only going to give it a look. Besides, I already have this.

[ a beat. ]

Go ahead and test it out. I can always look at some of the other ones in the meantime.

Sure. I...well, I wouldn't quite know what it looks like, but I'm sure if you can tell me how it'd be packaged it'd be a great help.

[ once he starts searching, she does, too. would it be like dust? dust on remnant could definitely be used to make a smoke bomb of some sort. if that were the case then it might be packaged in some kind of viral...hm. ]

Keith. I'm Pyrrha. It's nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.

[His shoulders tense slightly and he shakes his head.]

Let Soldat rest. Please. He's been through enough. You staying here is fine, I'll just make sure people get to you. Better you stay here actually, until Crowley turns up. It's easy to tell people where to find you.

[Interesting, though, that church thing. Good to know.]

Well...why wouldn't I ask? After seeing a woman get attacked on camera, naturally I'd be a little worried.

I suppose that leads me to a more specific question: Who was she?

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