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

[policier]

I know who you are.

( He doesn't know what he is, though. If he had, he would have been lot more startled seeing Aziraphale hold his hand out to him. As it is, he simply draws a glance down at it and says, )

Le soldat spoke of you. I am Javert.

( One of his handlers, he nearly says, but it feels strange to introduce himself as such, and so he doesn't. As for the rest, he frowns, as if letting him know his cheer won't work on him. )

[callada]

Huh. Didn't think they'd be so solitary.

[Maybe some hang out in groups, though. Maybe it's the strange ones that want to come and be curious about the town and its people.]

You think they're lonely?

b - @jtodd

[mind_blown]

u mean the unnatural darkness didn't do it?
that felt @ LEAST up 2 the 2000s

[originallutece]

Oh, you're clever enough I don't think you need me to answer that for you.

[And she doesn't want to talk about it. She doesn't want to think about it, either, but that she refuses to indulge herself in, because that won't help her a bit.

How interesting, though, how he reacts. Not quite in fear, but . . . something else. Wariness? Uncertainty? She can't tell. She doesn't even know why he's reacting that way, not really. But she'll find out.]

Your turn.

[antiwhat]

i know it looks spooky but it's not that bad. just stay out of the places we haven't explored yet and you should be fine.
money's not needed, you can just take something if you need it. i came here without much last month, so i needed a coat and shoes and the store obliged.

[antiwhat]

Is it comforting that it was months ago? Or not? Ellever isn't sure. Nothing's very comforting at the moment. They have spirits trying to tell them things⁠ ⁠— boldly, in the case of trying to kill them ⁠— and there's a severe communications barrier. And then there's whatever's happening with Robin right now, in a place they can't easily get to. Or get to at all, as the case might be...

She shifts her grip on the box again, her hands starting to get numb in that particular nook.

"Ah. Well, you need your beauty sleep, beauty." Ellever shoots him a joking grin ⁠— well, mostly joking ⁠— trying to lighten the mood a tad. They both know how grim things were getting. "I'm probably going to be doing a lot of napping in the next few days, myself. But I wanted to get out here and help and see what... new business was happening with the ferry."

Turns out it's same old, same old. From her perspective, at least. But at least the new people this month can walk off the ferry, that's nice.

[antiwhat]

[ She's been learning bits and pieces off the network, but this is the first time she's been able to speak to one of those who were sleeping directly. Ellever's been napping heavily for the past couple of days to recover her frazzled nerves and stave off the grey that had permanently taken over her eyes.

Her eyes are now clear, but she'd gotten far too used to seeing it. At least she hadn't "switched on," like Ezra liked to call it. She'd been able to hold back. Next time, who's to say. ]

Oh, uh... tall guy, thin, black clothes, sort of terse. [ Sorry, Cas, she hadn't gotten a name. ] Multidimensional portals? Do you think it was legit? Like, a real place? Or do you think the spirits were just jerking you all around?

[rhyses]

That's-- that's not at all an explanation.

[He gives her a little frown, like, bruh.]

[rhyses]

Almost??

[rhyses]

Oh. Er. Are you sure there's no empty rooms anywhere? I mean, or some . . . extra abandoned functioning hotel?

[antiwhat]

We've got to stop meeting like this. [ Ellever's smile is only strained because of the stinging in her arms. It's nice to see her again. ] Are you sure? I can handle it...

[ She'll relinquish the antiseptic, though, without too much more fuss, because it is a touch awkward in places and Ellever wants to avoid infection as much as possible. That's not a pleasant way to die. She'd prefer having been clawed to death instead. ]

How're you doing?

[worthallthis]

At least they're about at the church now, headed for bonfire square. It's not that far to the general store. The Soldier gives her a side-long look for the joke. (Damn right, lady. I don't think weapons are supposed to be pretty, Sergeant. Says the guy who absolutely admires a good knife or rifle and gets jealous of the people with fancy swords. I admire them for practical purposes. Uh-huh, yank the other one, pal. It's got bells on it.)

It's been too long for a comfortable response, now, hasn't it. They twitch, blink, and hurriedly answer, "Yes. Me, too. See the new people. What was brought for us. Wanted to help, but I'm not doing so great at that, apparently."

Look, they can poke a little fun at themselves. They're aware this is ridiculous, even while it's also mildly alarming. They're just too tired to really get twitchy about it, especially now that they're thinking it might just be a thing they'll have to deal wit. It's one of the few times the Soldier isn't in a state of constant, over-focused vigilance.

[worthallthis]

I suppose you could sleep in the gymnasium, but our classes will get in the way twice a week. Or out at the armory. But there aren't bathtubs and actual beds at either place, and the armory is a few hours away from the town. Finding someone to share with is better.

[They don't see the problem with it, personally. The idea of living in a house or even a suite at the Invincible alone had kept them sleeping in trees for their first three days here, until they got invited to stay with two other people. Empty houses are awful.]

[antiwhat]

[ How early do you start telling the new people about... everything, Ellever wonders? Well, she's not going to burst any bubbles yet. She's just not going to sugar coat anything if it comes up, either. But she's not going to start in the deep end, that's just mean. Ellever's awkward, not a dickbag. ]

I got here last month. Same old schtick. [ She nods at the ferry itself. ] First of the month, new people, new supplies. But some people have been here for months and months.

[ Twenty years, in one case... but even thinking about Robin makes her chest ache, so she doesn't. She glances down at her left arm. ]

The buildings in town all have heat, so we're going to be okay on that count. You've just got to get out there and claim a space for your own. There's rooms, or some cabins... I kinda wandered before I found a roommate.

[necromantiae]

Dying. For a place where you're already supposed to be dead, people seem to die a lot. It's kind of annoying.

( not that they were dying, that they could in the first place. it was like this place having a laugh at their expense. )

Starting to feel a little left out that I haven't died yet.

[mindofathief]

[Not on an island? So something ten times as big as the Nowhere Islands?]

Robin... [He goes back a few pages. He struggles to find a link that reaches her name. Maybe it'll be faster to ask.]

Did Robin pick who comes here? Or did someone make her the leader without her volunteering?

[Some of this is getting into familiar territory.]

[callada]

No, she doesn't choose. They - she and Rastus, I mean, and a few others somewhere out there in the stars - they get the portal oriented to different worlds so we get supplies every month, and my guess is that it might influence who gets brought in here at the same time, but we don't really know, including Robin.

[He sees Duster struggling with the tablet, though, and reaches over to point him to the contacts list for everyone who's signed up onto the network.]

Can find her here if you want to message her yourself. She loves to talk, just manages not to say much. And from what she's told us, she took over from the last Keeper probably voluntarily. Someone had to do it. She's been there for around twenty years now.

[callada]

I'd say that's easy to fix, but I wouldn't recommend it. Keep up your streak.

[If he's going to make a joke, might as well be a dark one. He knocks back the rest of his drink, then refills his glass.]

Heard much recently about that creature in the church, though? Seems like for a while everyone was trying to go after it but I never did find out if anyone made progress learning about it.

—text / @parker

[webshoots]

1. No
2a. Probably yes, but
2b. There were technical issues.

So hey: welcome to Beacon.

—text / @parker

[webshoots]

Avoid going in the water. Lakes, rivers, all of it.
Never thought I'd say there was a body of water I'd want to avoid taking a dunk in more than the East River, but here we are.

[necromantiae]

Creature in the church?

( weren't churches supposed to be sacred? )

Guess that makes sense for this place. Of course there'd be some kind of creature in the church.

[mewtiny]

[tragically, it ain't that deep, fam, though given its propensity to monologue, maybe it did want to vent it's giant spleen at someone.]

The information I was given suggests we're here for an intended purpose. I will not be told what my purpose is.

[mysophobic]

[ Shigeru just gives him this...quizzical look as he eyes the fake plant. Seems strange that people need a plant to be the reason to kiss?! ]

That's interesting. Nothing like that exists in my world. Is there any reason why it's this plant specifically?

[mewtiny]

Nor do I, but I have only just arrived myself.

[It looks to the side, in the direction the lighthouse would be if it could actually see it from here.] I thought to challenge her directly, but there is an odd sense of foreboding in that direction. I did not dare to cross the defenses, however lacking they might have been.

[mewtiny]

[Wow. Maybe it should really watch where it's projecting its thoughts.

Nah.

A pulsing blue light forms in Mewtwo's hand, dim as it is in the darkness, but eyecatching, nonetheless simply because any source of light ends up being quick to catch eyes and turn heads in this place.]

Here. I am projecting my thoughts directly into your minds. It is habitual.

[And none of that is an apology.]