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

[incinerators]

[ she doesn't know any russian, so it does, indeed, just sound like a unique name. she also makes note of the look they give her before they shake her hand. she shakes their hand firmly. ]

Soldat.

[ she nods. ] A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your help. I'll be at the meeting -- see you there?

[worthallthis]

"Yes. And no idea how to solve it. The sleepers all had dreams... they might have intel that will help. Since the spirits said that was the point." Aziraphale's dream hadn't been super helpful, though. They add their boxes to the collection, for the vendor-spirit to sort out as they like, then settle back on their heels and blink sleepily.

[incinerators]

[ she's a little surprised when midge grabs her wrist, but pyrrha won't put up a fight. she'll follow along easily. ]

I'm Pyrrha. It's a pleasure, Midge.

[ her grin widens. ]

Thank you for the warm welcome.

[worthallthis]

Yes.

[Spoiler alert: the Soldier won't be able to make themselves go in, because they have issues with crowded spaces and being looked at by too many people at once. But they'll be outside listening in! Because:]

It's important. We need to get all of our intel together. If we're going to stop the World Eaters.

[rhyses]

No, I--

[He falters, biting back whatever he'd been about to say next.]

I guess I'm gonna have to accept it either way. There's not exactly a whole lot I can do about it, so . . . lean in, I guess.

[And honestly? He'd prefer to think even of Jack than his own death. But . . .]

Hey. At least you went out a hero, right? I just got killed by some Maliwan asshole.

[Fair's fair, right? Now they both know how the other died.]

[rhyses]

Oh, no, that was two different clubs. The latter was just for me so I could make out business cards. They were pretty great looking, I gotta say.

[originallutece]

So they're a part of you? What happens if one is harmed?

[mellowyellow]

That's the kind of question you ring up Cthulhu for, not the hot dude you're texting on your inaugural afterlife bender.

[necromantiae]

( well, he'd gotten close to insane a few times so. )

Or, you can make extra tall snowmen and I'll supervise and tell you what you need to do and what spots needs your magical touch while I stay somewhere warm and drink coffee.

( he was great at delegation. )

[featherknives]

Our gods aren't like yours, but we do pray and thank them so I understand how calming it can be.

[Though she can't thank them here. It's a bit too specific. She doesn't want her ancestors of the forests to think she's praying to these forest spirits.]

Hmm... [Is she? Not so sure.] Does that give me a pass to maim him a bit when he comes back? [She tries to joke and shrugs with a small smile. She won't kill him... just a punch.]

[vampirella]

good point, do you have his number?

( she'd for SURE text cthulu, is that an option? ? ? ?? )

[mewtiny]

[Mewtwo goes eerily silent and still, processing this. It has seen firsthand human cruelty to Pokemon, but never to their own. How odd to turn another human to be used as a Pokemon would be in the hands of someone like Giovanni.

Bemused, it speaks again:]

How strange to have something in common with someone who appears so human.

[worthallthis]

Yeah. Humans can be assholes.

[Said just a little bit bitterly. A little bit. They pull their sleeves down again, cock their head at MewTwo with a little frown, and ask,]

Are you a weapon too?

[evulsed]

All it's negativity and Darkness flows back in to me and gives me more strength.

The cycle is endless.

[ He doesn't sound upset about this, mostly matter of fact and maybe a little bit boastful. He also has started looking around for some kind of utensil. ]

[lunchbreaks]

"No, I... I'll be alright, dear. But that's very sweet, thank you." He worries his hands and then looks off into the distance for a bit, lost in thought.

"And you're sure he'll be back?"

[lunchbreaks]

Ah? Oh, I've always had it.

[ He pulls them out of hammerspace, big and white, both of them. One of them slightly limps. ]

[lunchbreaks]

Maybe just a light tap.

[ He gives a watery smile. ]

But will you let me hug him first? When he returns?

It's just... we've been friends so long, and I've never really considered that I'd have to be without him.

[antiwhat]

"We'll collect it all, once everyone's had a breather. We need one." She added, after a shrug, "And that's assuming everyone feels like sharing, but I hope they do."

She couldn't quite stop a sigh. Yes, the spirits had certainly attempted to get something across to them. Dramatically. Communicating with them needed to be more of a priority — and figuring out how to do it more effectively, to be exact. Deciphering their message was going to be interesting. And probably a tad frustrating.

Ellever glanced over at the sleepy-looking Mr. Helpful — maybe that was going to stick — and a smile curled the edges of her lips.

"All right, cargo dropped. We should get to that resting part now."

[lunchbreaks]

--There's an image of one?

Do you still have it, Rosinante?

[ He apparently missed this post because he hasn't ever seen it, and he looks surprised that it's not more common information. ]

[callada]

Just like you did with the bridge?

[Kidding, of course, as indicated by his grin. Ambrose had pulled his own weight on that trip just fine, which is why the snowman supervision is funny. The cold sucks, though, he gets it.]

Bring me a full thermos every hour while I'm building a snowman army to fend off the spirits, and we have a deal.

[callada]

Sure.

[There are many advantages to being a hoarder of information. Unlike other things people are greedy over, knowledge can be shared a little more readily if it suits him to do so. Here in Beacon, more often than at home, it does. They're all in this together after all.

He sorts through files on his tablet with a fingertip until he finds the photo he'd saved back then, opens it up, and hands the tablet over.]

Supposedly the damn things are enormous. Taller than buildings. Hard to see scale in that picture, though.

[sweetwater]

[ her brow furrows, and repeats his question. ] Do I know what a bike is? Yes, of course. I haven't been locked in a basement for my entire life.

[ she watches him fumble a little more, and shakes her head. if it was just her that inspired this reaction she wouldn't be upset about that. she's spent the entirety of her teen years trafficking in fear. why would things change now. ] Let me help.

[ Cheryl approaches and carefully plucks some pieces of mostly clean looking trash that look like they're moments away from plummeting towards the ground. ]

There. Better.

[notthatjason]

[He knew as well how difficult spirits could be, it was why he was working on the ocarina so often and why he had tried to avoid blaming the spirits every time something went wrong. But it was just so hard to do when stuff like this happened.]

I have too. But even the spirits I've dealt with weren't quite like this.

[He sighs, still so tired.]

I'd like to get to the coexist part. I'm not sure we're even THERE yet.

[sweetwater]

[ she beams. maybe not everyone in Beacon will be terrible after all. ]

Riverdale. [ the town with pep! ] Rockland County. [ it's the kind of small town where girls grow up wishing they lived some place like New York City. it used to be the kind of place where nothing bad happened but that all changed at the river with Jason. ]

Not very glamorous but there's something to be said for being the big fish in a small pond.

[sweetwater]

An archery set. Will it have that?