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

[antiwhat]

"Oh!" She can't help a small chuckle, at the idea of explaining what she's about to. "There was this show on TV called Scooby Doo, and some movies and other stuff. Scooby Doo's the dog sidekick and the dog treats they give him are called Scooby Snacks. They solve mysteries."

That's about as much as Ellever remembers. It hadn't been her favorite show as a kid, but she'd caught some episodes and she certainly knows it through pop culture.

"But mostly the mysteries are some old guy dressed up in a dumb costume trying to scare people."

[worthallthis]

"That would be easy to solve, if that were the problem here," the Soldier says, maybe a little wistfully. Some asshole behind this whole mess, just one person, normal and mortal and shoot-able. If only.

They step up into the general store, finally at their destination. "We can put the boxes over here," they say, moving to one side of the room where other people have already deposited supply. The Soldier has kind of been lagging in the delivery department today, obviously.

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl shakes her head. ] The 50s are pure and beloved nostalgia, except for the unfortunate racism. Not that I'd associate you with anything so dreadful.

You'll catch on to the technology and fashion. Fabulous is forever and ageless.

[antiwhat]

[ Another chortle bubbles out of Ellever. ]

Not a silver linings person, huh? [ She shrugs amiably. ] Complaining about stuff just feels good sometimes. I'd never suggest only saying good things when we live... here.

[ One hand sways out widely, gesturing to Beacon as a whole. There are nice and interesting people, sure, but there's also the rest of it. People died. That most of them come back is the only good part of that statement. ]

Besides, every time I think "it could be worse" I wonder if I'm jinxing us.

[antiwhat]

I know they appreciated— [ Ellever pauses as one of the cuts on the back of her right arm stings a lot more than the others when Scully helps her with it. She lets out a quiet sigh. ] —that you were around.

[ She hadn't taken great care of herself, but after her talking-to by the sweet guy with the metal arm, she'd at least eaten normally instead of trying to make the food stretch more. Baby steps. Taking care of yourself is a lot rougher without 7/11, she finds. It's like permanently camping, just with actual buildings. And thankfully those buildings have heat. ]

Yeah, er. Someone gave me a knife to defend people with. It meant I got hit a lot, but I was pretty effective, I guess. [ A slight shrug. She'd had some help, too, so she hadn't had to resort to using her abilities. ] I miss my gun. Never thought I'd say that.

[daughteroflight]

"...I guess not." She's used to playing catch-up, with everyone around her already knowing the rules and rituals while she's stuck asking dumb questions. "How long have you been here?"

[necromantiae]

Oh, don't say that. I spent seventy five years on a house arrest type punishment. I don't need that again.

( even if snow allowed for snuggling. that would be fun. )

[maisel]

[ She's not wrong. Midge--well, Midge is rich and privileged and she may be Jewish and she may spend a lot of time in the Village, but she'll never quite fully understand. She does nod, though--she's seen glimpses of what other folks have to endure, and she doesn't forget it. ]

You and I are gonna get along great. Where you form?

[featherknives]

[Just close her eyes, huh? Okay, she can do that...

Xayah shifts to sit properly and closes her eyes. Seeking guidance and wisdom. She's not sure that one person can have all the answers- Vastayans believe in their spirits to guide them and teach, but if it helps, who is she to judge? He didn't judge her for not knowing.

When he's done she opens her eyes and squeezes his hand back with a nod.]

No problem. If it helps you then I don't mind it.

[lunchbreaks]

Still dead. Can't complain.

[ He shrugs. ]

You? Have you been well, dear? Sometimes I get pains on my back. Has your ankle been alright?

[lunchbreaks]

"I'll have to find some time to do it," he says. He still feels uneasy about it, considering that he feels selfish doing this. But he knows that he wants to do the most he can to help everyone. Hopefully he can do just that.

[lunchbreaks]

Perhaps, but it's dangerous to go down to the mines. And it was very tight-- I could barely fit in some parts.

And it's not like they're abandoned either. I think I'd rather face the wildlife than that giant grasshopper creature.

[ A pause. ]

Daylight saw a World Eater?

--And they've already been to this planet? Why would they return?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, it does. I haven't-- haven't been able to speak to Her in a long time and I. Well, I just think it was quite calming. I hope she's still listening.

[ He nods resolutely. ]

You are a good friend, Xayah.

[callada]

[He still can't imagine being stuck in one place for so long. It's a wonder Ambrose didn't go completely insane.

More alcohol, anyway. Time to pour a refill. He tops off Ambrose's drink while he's at it.]

Maybe it'll be fun, though. I've never seen snow so deep I couldn't open the door but I've heard that happens some places. We could dig out pathways and still get around. And then, I dunno. Make extra-tall snowmen.

[callada]

[He'd meant this grasshopper was the wildlife, in his usual dry humor used when not trying to entertain children with more obvious silliness, but - sure. It's a good point about them being tight. Probably rules out any trips down there for himself. But there are people here smaller than either of them.]

They've come by at least twice that we know of. Once when this place went dark, if Daylight's dream is more than just a dream. And then a second time, which is where the only image we have of them comes from, the one Doctor Ingram put on the network months ago. I guess as long as there's light and life here, they must come by to check it out. That's why the resets happen.

[mysophobic]

[ Strange but he doesn't know quite enough about the spirits here to really say much on the matter. ]

Did something happen to make them so aggressive then? Is there...any way to calm them down?

[ He's idly thinking but unfortunately he tends to type what he thinks without actually stopping himself usually. ]

I guess finding out what happened in that similar incident might give us a clue.

[mysophobic]

[ Asleep for awhile...was she in a coma?! This poor girl??? ]

Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. Are you feeling better now? Do you...need to go lie down? [ Shigeru is worried!!! But he worries about everyone and everything. ]

I'm Shigeru Miyata. I'm a doctor so if you feel ill, just let me know, okay?

[worthallthis]

"I can watch the church, if you want," the Soldier offers. "If you tell me what Crowley will need me to do." They'll have to herd Aziraphale home now and then, too, so the angel can get some sleep if this takes the full two days and change it too kthe Soldier to come back. So they ought to know what Crowley might need, anyway.

[lunchbreaks]

"I... no, I should be there," he says. "The last time he came to a church for me, he burned his feet. I can't-- can't let him do that again. You understand, don't you?" he asks, seeming slightly bewildered by all this, still.

[justcawse]

I didn't linger for too long. I looked for a gun and left.

[Which.... he should have actually took a longer time to check what there was, but it was packed when he went.]

What kind of weapon are you looking for?

[worthallthis]

Their shoulders sink a little, but they nod. They know wanting to do something one's self, make sure it's done right, because you care. "I understand. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

[justcawse]

I've... been adjusting. Sometimes I lose my balance because it feels like I can't walk, and then I'm reminded that I'm fine.

... So where did that wing come from anyway?

[He won't push it if he doesn't want to say. He's just curious.]

[antiwhat]

Ellever's happy to put her box down. It's not as heavy as the cargo he's carrying, but it was carried a long time and was awkwardly sized. She sets it down by another crate that also seems to have medical supplies in it. They certainly need them, at the moment.

"God, yeah," she agrees. "Just go and find the oldest, creepiest guy around here and say, we know it's you! You did it! Now cough up the truth!"

There were probably episodes different than that. She hopes, at least, because it's boring if it's always the old dude. But she hasn't seen a ton of the show.

"Alas, we've got a much bigger mystery on our hands."

[incinerators]

That's good to hear. [ she nods. ] That precision will most likely come in handy while we're here.

[ she holds out her hand after a moment. ]

I'm Pyrrha Nikos, by the way. If you'd ever like someone to train with, feel free to let me know.

[incinerators]

I'll take a look in the General Store, then. I'll need something to wear other than my battle armor, after all.

[ she grins sheepishly, a little awkwardly. ]

That's also a good point. An overcoat would be nice.