INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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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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Comments

[worthallthis]

Oh.

[The Soldier frowns a little, tilts their head thoughtfully as they try to think of open rooms.]

I think you'd be best asking someone who has a room to share with you. Most rooms and houses have more than one bed. And many of them only have one person in them.

it's probably because everyone's always judging him

[incinerators]

Yes. Other things, like...oh, you know. Stopping evil people and creatures from taking over the world. Things like that.

[ speaking of which... ] I guess that's not much when you're up against the scope of the universe, though. If it helps any, none of these "Galra" have occupied our planet.

[ yet. yet. she deflates and decides to occupy herself with sifting through more shelves. ]

[incinerators]

...Well...

I guess that's fair. As a new arrival, I shouldn't be turning away any help.

I'm sorry for being so unpleasant. Being here has been a bit of an adjustment period, and that video wasn't really...promising.

[rhyses]

Classified in what kinda way?

general store

[marmoron]

[keith wasn't exactly there for the honey, but he finds himself being shoved all the same for the fact that the jar happened to be near the packages of sugar.]

The hell is your problem?

[and while he isn't making any moves to grab a weapon, he is dressed in his red paladin armor and has a broadsword strapped to his back. in other words -- he wasn't expecting to be jostled. much less by some random weirdo. then again, considering this is keith's lantern maybe he shouldn't be calling people weirdos.]

[mellowyellow]

I refuse to accept that apology!

You're the most pleasant text I've seen in weeks! It's everything else in this dump that owes me some serious karma points!

Me and you both, now that we're stuck in the same haunted summer camp.

Turns out purgatory comes complete with undead armies. Who knew?

[marmoron]

[.... that is completely not the response he was expecting and it's making him raise an eyebrow while he recalculates this conversation.]

what exactly do you think you'd do that would be unnecessary?

[let's just start unpacking there shall we....]

[marmoron]

[he listens quietly, turning a little more towards her and away from the flames. she's obviously not human, but he's met more than his fair share of aliens in the past couple of years, and knows better than to stare. still, he can't quite place what planet she could be from, which leaves him a little curious.]

That sounds like a pleasant afterlife. Your elders told nice stories.

[he smiles wryly and it doesn't reach his eyes.]

The most common belief about the afterlife where I'm from talks about either suffering for all eternity if you did bad deeds or living in paradise if you were good. Bunch of nonsense -- or so I thought. Turns out there is a place you can go if you die. It's dark and there's nothing around but an endless void that stretches out infinitely.

This place is at least better than that.

[5thchild]

I mean I do not know what Lilin do on their own when in a place like this. Or what I'm expected to do.

Therefor any of my actions could be unnecessary.

[marmoron]

wait. "lilin"? not sure what that means
and look. the only person who can tell you what to do with yourself is you
you get to decide that

[5thchild]

Humans. Those capable of development and imagination.

One would have to know on what to decide. Like I said, I have never been on my own. I have no understanding of how this place works.

[marmoron]

you know that's not exclusive to humans, right?
and what are you anyway, if you aren't human? part of some alien hive mind?

[honestly he'd be more confident in that guess if it weren't for how recognizably japanese the name "kaworu nagisa" is. though, of course, there's nothing to say that there can't be some weird alternate reality japan out there. keith can't say that'd be the weirdest thing he's ever heard.]

[5thchild]

It's not. Which is why I use the term Lilin.

I suppose, in a way. Humans call my kind Angels.

[marmoron]

[he's momentarily taken aback after reading this... which is not exactly a feeling he thought he could still have after all of this everything, so congrats, hughes. now he's got Even More Questions.]

ok. so we clearly have a lot to talk about. and we can do it in person
but i just want something clarified right now
did we meet here?
where can i find you?

[it doesn't seem likely -- someone would have recognized him by now, surely. but there's a lot more to untangle here and knowing how wacky the possibilities can get with alternate realities, this is the one he would like refuted definitively first.]

[onlyeverdoubted]

The military research there was... important. It's a very long story but mostly not... that interesting.

[necromantiae]

Oh, he sounds delightful.

( not really at all. ambrose shakes his head. )

He sounds like a demon would sound. And I don't exactly like hearing he went off to kill someone but I'm trying to trust Aziraphale's trust in him.

[vampirella]

( is this kid talking about attacking rogue spirits or his DDR skills... it’s hard to tell. )

you must have made it out better than some of the rest, then. this place is like a badly lit long term care unit

( she could probably stand to sound more concerned about the many injured, couldn’t she? she’ll work on it. )

two months. ugh. what are these world destroying entities dragging their feet for, i think i would just rather the apocalypse

[mindofathief]

[Duster presses his finger on the first underlined word, reading the information on the page. This is going to take some time on his own, but at least this guy is a patient teacher.]

...So they're eating them...but this island keeps coming back?

[sweetwater]

[ she smirks. ] So the Invincible didn't live up to it's name.

[ smartass comments aside, he's serious enough about the don't go alone and stay with other people warnings that she can't really dismiss it. Cheryl relaxes a little. he's trying to be nice. he's trying to help. seeing as she has no friends in Beacon yet, it would be stupid to fully disregard someone who is trying to give her advice. ]

Where do you think is the safest? And I shouldn't go places alone? Ever? Didn't you come here alone?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Quentin's eyes flash and he opens his mouth to set this girl straight about the Inn, about the people here and what they've lost, and he's working up to it when she starts talking again.]

I-- well, yeah. I kinda did, but that was. Before? Things happen here, and not really the good kind of happen either, but the kind where you just really want to stay in bed, watch TV and drink until it goes away. It's-- it doesn't go away.

[And this is serious, not just because she's new and therefor vulnerable, walking around clueless about this place like it's that easy or as if the spirits couldn't return at any time and rip them all in to pieces.]

Just before you came, there was. An incident. That lasted for a while, and I'm not sure it's over yet, and that's why it's not safe. And the forest is never safe, not on your own. Because if something happens, you'll want someone to keep your lantern safe.

in town

[paraskeptic]

[ ellever is doing a decent job at tending to her own wounds (the fact that she's keeping up with aftercare is on its own impressive), but they've got to be difficult to reach, some are likely to be concealed by her clothes, and they still look painful enough that she might need some help. she returns the other woman's attempt at a smile with one of her own as she pauses beside her. ]

They're pretty impressive. [ a beat, and then she extends her hand for antiseptic. ] Want me to take over?

[sweetwater]

Apology accepted. [ Cheryl lowers her bow. ] I should have expected my solitude would be short-lived. Only a fool would remain unarmed in the uncertain circumstances which we've found ourselves.

Are you new here?

[sweetwater]

Enlighten me, then. I'm intrigued.

[equinoctials]

communicating with the spirits has been a challenge. few of them speak our language and when they do... it's not always clear.
so we started learning to speak theirs.
talk to daylight, most of the time he looks like a large robot. personality as sunny as his name. he's hard to miss.

[mindofathief]

...You said you're fine. You're fine.

[But that's not never going to be unnerving.]

And this is normal where you're from?