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.

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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[Ignis stays true to his word as he makes his way towards the Library. The village is almost deserted, most of the people huddling around the bonfire and where other supplies are at. But Prompto needs a proper bed for his wound and there's no space in Invincible.

That being said, taking a walk is as good as it is dangerous. Ignis will feel better when he knows that he's close enough to protect him from anything that can show up.]

Prompto? [Ignis calls out, lifting his own lantern next to his face when he sees another person in front of the library.]

[When he hears the door open, Ignis is in the kitchen and he instantly stiffens. He's fully dressed, as if he just came inside, mere moments ago, and well, that's not a lie. He's been running around, trying to find Lunafreya when he didn't find her in the Invincible. He refused the thought of her dying here.

When her voice fills in the hall, Ignis breathes out in relief and hurries up to meet her.]

Lunafreya! Thank goodness, you're alright!

[Ignis looks definitively way too pale but such are these days.]

[She appreciates that- both the escort thing and the fact that she doesn't have to ask for it.]

...thanks.

[At least she can say that. Maybe there's something in that hut of hers that she can give him, but she hasn't been there in a week. Who knows in what kind of state is that place now.]

It's Chapell Rock number 3, in the Village.

( did she really just hand an instakill sword to a child? maybe it was an accident, maybe she didn't realize, maybe— )

Try not to wing anyone with it, sweetie. Not worth it, trust me.

( nevermind.......... )

Edited 2019-12-04 01:41 (UTC)

there's a clock on the tablet, cupcake, for future reference

( and people say she's rude and unhelpful!! well, she just proved the haters wrong. )

how very gallant of you. i'd drink the koolaid next time if i were you, a two week long nap sounds way better than getting mauled by cranky spirits.

( ignis are you coming from chapter nine. )

makes sense
i haven't been in bed or tried to sleep yet
how long have you uh
been here?

( how long have you been dead?

and honestly, no one is going to be surprised if nothing short of spirit possession will be enough to get him to eat any vegetable. or legume. )

( she too has met a hybrid, and the guy wasn't much taller than Laura's extremely obnoxious summer society crush. okay, maybe a little taller, but Lawrence was pretty obnoxiously tall. that's how Carmilla would classify this guy, too. what on earth does anybody have to be so tall for?

her dark eyes dust over the sad sacks slowly lugging the cargo across the deck and towards city center, pausing on the deck to frown. she's not exactly sure where she's taking her stolen blood yet, even though she poked around town before she headed back to the ferry. Carmilla isn't great at self-direction, and that was before she'd died (a second time). safe to say she's not feeling a lot of motivation at the moment. )

Ol' green eyes, run for it. Got it. ( it's better than nothing, anyway. succinct enough to be easy to remember. ) What else do people do around here? Or is it just a sit in the dark and wait for the next mauling sort of thing?

I'm staying with Crowley and Aziraphale. Also in the village.

[They push back to their feet, suppressing a groan, and offers her the metal hand to stand with, if she wants it. It's polite. And maybe they're too tired to flinch at someone touching them. (Helps when it's the metal one, anyway.)]

So it's halfway home, anyway.

[RHYS THAT GLOWING EYE ISN'T HELPING THINGS.

Now he's staring at the eye.

...Rhys seems to be acting normal?]

( hey, nothing wrong with being a little sour. Carmilla is more than sour, it's just that emoting doesn't work with her cool rocker vampire vibe. unless that emotion is Angry. and even still, that's usually reserved for her mother. internal suffering has always been more her style. )

Seeking justice from who?

( that sounds very dramatic. does ginger over here think death itself is here for her to speak to very sternly? no offense, but Cheryl reads a bit like "can I speak to the manager, but make it afterschool special". Carmilla can't see her getting a particularly juicy revenge, though she'd be happy to be surprised.

or maybe she thinks her murderer might be around... in that case, that sounds like a soap opera, and far more interesting than a sightseeing ferry ride in pitch darkness. )

For spirits that are not working together, they sure have some impeccable timing to strike all at the same time...

[Some maybe vanish. But that's just a handful of spirits compared to the hordes that came crashing down at them for two weeks, every hour of the day and night. She doesn't trust them anymore. She's tired of trying and failing and trying and failing. She misses Rakan...]

The little child... is she alright?

There's a lot to be done. Buildings could use some fixing up. I just finished working on a boat, so I'll be heading out on the lake soon to see what else there is to find out here. Some people are working on the spirits' language, there's a community garden in case the ferry falls through again, and there's always more parts of the old town to try and locate so we can work out what happened to this place.

[Oh, did you mean something fun? He glances down at her with a raised eyebrow. Yeah, there's music and games and whatever, but he'd rather make sure these people are prepared to do more than sit around and kill time by entertaining themselves.]

Dr. Lutece might be looking for assistants with her projects, too, and there's always the gym and combat training if you want to polish those skills.

[Duster picks up the tablet once more and lets his index finger hover over the screen. Where does he even start with such advanced technology?]

...I do have a question. Why the portal? Is it connected to all these worlds?

[His gentle frown is replaced by a look of concern. He's not liking how this sounds.]

there's a bar in the invincible. as far as the store goes you're limited to what arrives on the ferry, much to my continued dismay.

Luna looks up as a glass is placed in front of her, eyes widening and mood immediately brightening upon seeing that it is, in fact, Crowley. The relief shows on her face, and in her tone, and she has to fight the urge to stand up and hug him.

"Thank the Six that you've returned as well," she replies, before laughing quietly. "Yes. Though, perhaps after we recover just a bit more."

She's serious. She'll go with him and try again, if he wants.

"How do you feel?"

[He nods at the mild sarcasm. It's good to be skeptical and much of him agrees with her anger and frustration. How could he not? People died. People fell into comas for weeks. But fear and hatred are blinding and he'd rather be productive. Try to understand what he can. Doesn't blame her at all, though.]

Yeah. You probably saw, I kept her with me. Didn't let anything touch her.

[It's a shame he couldn't have done more. There were far too many instances of people who were indoors, who thought they were safe, only to have spirits reach through gaps in the floorboards or ooze their way through walls or whatever else they did. They were safer together and the walls surely held some out, but the injuries suffered by people who weren't even out on patrol were distressing and surprisingly grotesque.]

Did you get out very far? I heard some people made it all the way to the Armory.

( she wrinkles her nose at literally... all of that. hard labor? uh, big pass. the only boat she's ever enjoyed had been a yacht, and there'd been unlimited champagne on it. she likes the black to be on top of her fingernails and not underneath of them, and talking to spirits doesn't sound a great deal better than talking to literally anybody else. no comment on going to the gym or being a lab rat, those are so far out of the question she doesn't even bother to consider them. )

Ugh. I'd rather sit in the dark and wait for the next mauling.

( yeah, so....... expecting her to be helpful is probably an ambitious idea. )

[ She's tired, she's seen Some Shit, and hearing movement in the kitchen as her on edge, too. It's Ignis, though, and the tension in her shoulders immediately drops. When he moves to meet her, she meets him half way, reaching to wrap him up in her arms and pull him close. ]

Ignis, thank the Six that you are safe... thank the Six that you are awake.

Don't know much about it, but yeah. It's how we get people and supplies. Robin, the Lighthouse keeper, she's in charge of using it. Something about communicating with other people to aim it at the stars each month?

[Big shrug. The tablet he barely knows his way around, and only because he's had months to learn how to use it. He's used to a world full of wooden sailing ships and handwritten letters with ink. It's rare to come across anything more advanced than a camera. Portals to space? Way beyond his understanding, but he's doing his best to keep up.]

I'd say ask Robin if you want to know more, but she's not helpful at the best of times, and last we heard from her, it seemed like she wasn't in any better shape than the rest of us are.

They're more commonly referred to as spirits, but I suppose monster fits.

Should probably add, then, that we have about a year and a half left to work out what's going on and why the world's gone dark. At the end of the countdown is when the lighthouse keeper estimates creatures from the stars she calls World Eaters are likely to descend on us and kill us all if we haven't come up with a way to deal with them.

[And as cool as this sword might be, and as magical and talented as some of these people are, sitting around and twiddling thumbs and waiting to try and hack chunks out of World Eater legs does not sound like it'll do much good.]

Nobody here's going to force you to help, but I'd recommend it.

[Yep. The fancy ring is his death.]

You can go without one main necessity
For example, you don't have to sleep, but you have to eat and drink
If you go without all three, the light in the lantern weakens.

I have been here for six months now.

"Not like I just died," Crowley says, sliding into the seat across from her and---well, sitting is a bit generous. It's more a full-body lounge. "Course, I felt that way when I first came here, too, and I had died then, as well."

At least Lunafreya seems to want to try again. Not that he's about making her die again, he'd much rather just put himself at risk. It would go better if there were more of them to try and try and try until they get there.

He takes a sip of his drink.

"No side effects from dying?"

Does calling them by their proper name keep them from attacking me?

[He pokes at the screen a few times. He is able to open the text announcement post.]

In my world, there was someone who has the power to travel through time and visit any place he wanted to. Eventually, he was only able to come to the Nowhere Islands and used it as his playground.

[And then look where it lead. Everyone is dead. Or would have that happened eventually, though in the next few generations?]

I wonder if it's someone else toying with reality.

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this one's good with veggies, can't say anything for keith ...

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thank you for your assistance in helping me stick it to a 20yr old movie i have nothing against <3

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Good Ignis is happy to hear that

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