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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[That's... that's a relief, actually. The Soldier had enjoyed the past two weeks more than most people (which is to say, at all, probably), because they had felt useful and helpful and like they could actually do this mission. Everyone else's stress and unhappiness had made them less certain. There's an uncomfortable feeling of guilt at their pleasure at work they were suited for, while the rest of the village was so upset and angry about it.

But at least one person thinks they did well. That's bolstering.]

Good. That's good. That kind of thing is what I'm made for. Trained for.

You're aware that your arm is in a sling? [ Of course he is. Midge presses on, brows raised. She'd look smug if she wasn't giving off the Weissmann family Terse Vibes (tm). ]

I did not just see you go to lift a crate.

[ oh no you just told midge you think she's funny ]

Then my job here is done.

( Some people can't take a joke, and it's ALWAYS the people who need the laugh the most. You ever realized that? )

If you ever need anything, p1dge, let me know. I try to cook a big meal for everyone once a day at the inn, so you can usually find me there. Good on you for figuring out the tablet tchotchke right away, too. Took me a couple of tries.

--Mrs. Maisel

Dear Crowley. She really is just like Aziraphale. He wonders if he's going to end up killing Aziraphale the way he ended up killing her.

"I don't want to do anything they want us to," he says. "Never been one for following orders, especially from those who want to kill us."

He doesn't want to believe he's dead. He knows he is, he remembers his death, but he's also here. He's alive now. That must mean he can get back. It must mean that.

[The question catches him for a moment, but finally he thinks of an answer.]

You just cover your bases...maybe consider what you do know and see if there's anything in the past it compares to and consider how you handled THAT particular problem. I think it was pretty evident that people had at least learned from the first incident to react quickly and get out of the way...and now we can learn from this as well.

[He reaches up with his good hand, knocking on the still boarded up window.]

Like making barricades. That was a good move that we put up quickly, so now we just need to learn how to step them up next time.

It's up to you. There are clothes in the General Store or if you have something specific in mind you can talk to Rastus. It wouldn't come in until the next ferry.

[He considers her for a moment and then adds, hoping she doesn't take this the wrong way.]

It's probably going to be getting colder.

That's a pretty loaded question. A lot. Not as bad as they were for the past two weeks, but we've definitely had some issues. The spirits aren't usually as bad as...that. Though apparently before I got here there was a slightly similar incident with the spirits being aggressive.

Yeah.

[ His weight shifts and he gestures with one hand, something noncommittal that maybe references the whole town at large. ]

Everyone likes to play hero. Most of them won't even care who or what you are.

[ Vanitas' eyes flick up and down the guy, because what here probably applies to it in a similar way it applies to Vanitas. ]

As long as you play nice.

Kind of sucks that we might have to live in a literal fortress to keep safe. You'd think being dead would have some perks.

( but apparently not so much. )

It's a good idea. It just sucks that we've gotta do it in the first place.

Yes. [ He smirks. ] But not here.

I am Vanitas. I came here just like you.

[ He points at her then, and while it isn't aggressive, it certainly isn't polite or friendly. He turns his palm up before his arm comes back to rest loosely at his side. Despite the almost languid way he'd been lounging in the door, standing upright like this he doesn't lean to one side or the other, like he's ready to move at a moment's notice. ]

The spirits are the things you've been warned about. They spent the last two weeks trying to kill everyone that didn't eat at their little buffet.

[ The thing is, Vanitas isn't shy or secretive about who and what he is. He's vague to test the waters, to gauge how people react to him— but also because that's how he was taught to speak and act around people. His Master was an expert in this sort of thing. Vanitas, like the parts of him that slough off to take shape, is far from that sort of sophistication, even if his speech pattern mimics it at times. ]

I don't need a reason to be here.

[ The almost defensive nature of his tone is a bit of a turn from the way he'd just been speaking. It sounds a little more like his face would suggest, like he's younger than he seems at first glance. But that's misleading, too. What Vanitas is just isn't that simple. ]

You barged in on me, you know.

( she does assume he's young, though that's not really personal. when you're 300, everyone seems young. it's just her instant assumption of everybody, and she treats them accordingly. there's clearly more at play here than youth, though, and while it's not fair to say she's concerned, she is curious.

Carmilla isn't intending to do much with her stay in Beacon, she figures it's a slow slog to her third death, and hopefully this one will stick. she has no interest in preserving her own life and honestly? doesn't care that everyone else will be dying along with her, that's not her problem. still, her resignation to existing here means she'd better make the most of the limited time she has, and it means she'll do what interests her. which definitely includes prying on the personal details of strangers if she feels like it. )

I don't mean why are you here. ( that's obvious. he wanted to poke around, just like she does. she legit walked in on him doing it, it's not that hard to figure out. ) I mean the black magic cutie carrying your lantern, and the skulking in shadows, and the... ( she waves a hand in his direction, as if that says it all. yeah, Vanitas, just your entire energy, what's that about? )

See you soon.

[As soon as Maes hits send he lets out a sigh and tilts his head back to look up at his ceiling. Aside from Roy and Riza, of course, Keith had been one of the people he'd been closest to during his time among The Circle. He knew this was going to be strange, but he couldn't decide if it was more so for himself or for Keith. It had already been a little strange with his encounter with Pidge in the library, but he'd only talked with Pidge a handful of times.

How would he feel if someone he had never met seemed to know him?

Well, he'd just have to do his best to minimize the weirdness. He didn't feel confident about it, but this wasn't his first time making the attempt. After all, it couldn't go any more poorly than the time he'd had to confront Edward, Winry, and Alphonse at various points during his time with the Circle about being alive again. Thankfully usually Roy had handled that initial awkwardness and Maes had made his presence known later.

When Maes hears the knock and the voice, he rises to his feet and goes to answer the door. Sure enough, the familiar figure of Keith stands before him. Behind Maes, Keith can probably make out a cozy cabin with minimal but practical furnishings. There is even a torch mounted near the fireplace at the center and a few candles placed sporadically throughout. Maes' own lantern sit just behind him on the table.

Maes' expression may be difficult to read. There is definitely recognition in his eyes, but it's hard to decide if he's sad to see Keith -- given the circumstances of where they are -- or if he's happy to see him because it's a familiar face. Either way, the welcome Keith receives is warm, Maes giving him a small smile and extending a hand in greeting.]

Hello Keith. Come on in. I don't have a lot in stock at the moment, but if you want me to start a pot of instant coffee or tea I think there's still some of that in the cupboards.

[Hard to maintain your grocery supplies when you were asleep for two weeks. Maes had thrown himself immediately into work upon waking and kept meaning to restock...it just hadn't happened yet.]

[Her mouth tightens, suggesting that little barb had gotten under her skin.]

And what, exactly, is an Unversed? Elaborate, please, I don't feel like playing twenty questions.

[ She isn't the first to ask, but Vanitas thinks she's the first to ask like this. It reminds him of Shadow Moon, who had looked at him and had known. Others, even the people from his own universe, didn't have that kind of supernatural ability. It does make something in his gaze sharpen. Not quite predatory, but suddenly keen.

He steps out from behind the motorcycle and lists closer to her at an angle, a little like a wild animal carefully circling something of interest. ]

What I am is Darkness. [ He's never been shy about what he is. He was never taught to hide it. And why should he? He is singular in his existence. Even the Heartless and Nobodies weren't the same. Nobody else was half a heart, darkness given form. He cocks his head at her, gaze carving over her like he might be able to divine what she is by sight alone. ] What are you?

Alright.

[ a nod. ] I'll be there. [ a beat, then she extends a hand towards him, carrying her javelin in the other. ]

My name is Pyrrha Nikos, by the way.

[ not this girl. not him either, it seems. and what he says... he doesn't realize it, and he certainly doesn't mean to because how could he know, but it's a shot to the heart that burns even more than the arrow cinder shot through it did.

it's not keith's fault. it's the finality of her death and the circumstances surrounding it sinking in. did anyone stop cinder? what's going to become of beacon?

what were the consequences of pyrrha being unable to stop her?

she pauses her shuffling and ducks her head, slumping over a little. her answer is short, simple, but laced with something sad, almost pitiful. ]

No. I didn't.

Darkness.

[ that's the simple answer, and he turns the lid of the honey jar over the lick the underside of it. ]

They're negativity given shape. Fledging emotions, under my control.

[ that'll be disappointing to discover, but pyrrha is vigilant. she won't let herself get comfortable here. not after everything she's found out about recent events.

she nods. ]

One of them, actually. I'm used to my weapon being able to take different forms -- the one I had on Remnant could transform into a javelin, a Xiphos, and a rifle. I'd say I'm comfortable with all three types, if I'm being entirely honest.

[Hand shaking. They consider it briefly, visibly consider it, then somewhat hesitantly put their flesh hand into hers. The palm is warm, overly warm even, and the resulting shake is very careful, like they're afraid of hurting her. Also brief.]

Soldat.

[If she knows any Russian or Russian-adjacent language, she might pick up that it just means "soldier", but otherwise it's just a slightly weird name.]

[Mary relaxes at Mewtwo's promise. Even if it isn't an official promise. It's good enough.]

I'm a painting. I was painted to life.

...you don't have to do that much to be useful.

[But it makes her think of their last, er, conversation. That was such a long time ago, now, it feels like, and she was so away from herself.]

Soldat? Did I say something mean to you once?

You can call me Mary!

[She laughs, because it would be fun to be called Princess all the time, but then even she would probably get tired of it.]

What's your name?

[When he says that it's what he's made for it kind of makes her gut twist a little. Is that all he sees, all he saw for his life? It's kind of sad... Sure, she lived and loved fighting, but she had Rakan with her. She saw all the highs and lows with him. If it weren't for the humans ravaging their lands, she would've just settled down with him and enjoyed blissful days by the rivers.

The guy is dead, though, so she can't blame him for seeking solace in one thing he's good at.]

I am sure others appreciate it as well.

( yeah, it gets old. she hasn't been referred to by a title since the 1600s, but she still got tired of it after awhile. which is why you'd think she'd refer to people by their name, once she has them. you'd think, and you'd also be wrong.

Mary, huh? a little biblical for her tastes. )

A pleasure then, cutie. I'll make sure to stay on your good side.

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