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

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, I was merely asleep. As I recall, you once had a century-long nap for which I came around a few times just to trim your beard. Or had you wondered how you woke up bare-faced?

[ Two weeks is hardly any time. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[No, this is serious. Crowley climbs out of Aziraphale's arms to look down at him very seriously.]

The spirits poisoned you. This wasn't like sleeping, angel, this wasn't like having a nice nap. You were gone, completely out of it. Half the town was, too. And we were totally bombarded with creatures----

[Crowley looks around the church, which doesn't seem to be fortified at all. No creatures attacking?]

Where are---are there creatures? The spirits with the green eyes?

[lunchbreaks]

What creatures with green eyes--

--Crowley, how are you standing? Doesn't that hurt?

I won't be applying aloe to your feet for the next three years, dear, I hope you know--

[ What in Heaven's name is going on ]

Are you quite certain you hadn't fallen asleep as well?

[sauntered_downward]

What? No! Of course I didn't fall asleep! Everyone else fell asleep! Everyone was completely gone, completely knocked out of it! We had to protect you! From the---

[He gestures]

Stabby monsters with the holy water and the---

[this is getting a bit ridiculous]

[lunchbreaks]

The monsters... had Holy Water?

[ He looks dubiously at Crowley. ]

My dear, perhaps we'd better go home. You need rest.

[sauntered_downward]

Aziraphale!

[Crowley looks at him with a Very Serious face.]

This actually happened. The town was actually under attack.

[He looks around the room again]

Is the town not under attack anymore?

[lunchbreaks]

So I've been told, by spirits. Something about the network, I haven't read the bulletins. I've tried, but they all come up a mangled mess.

And no, the town's safe now, please calm down. Let's talk about this at home. There's no one left to wait for.

[ He offers Crowley his hand. ]

[sauntered_downward]

Waited----that's----I waited, angel! I waited for you to wake up! Two weeks in the Invincible, waiting for you to wake up, I was certain you never would. I was certain you'd stay asleep forever unless we did something, anything to wake you up!

[That's why he had to go, and Aziraphale had to know that, right?]

[lunchbreaks]

If you had waited mere hours longer, Crowley, you wouldn't have died. Why are you--

[ Why are you like this?! ]

--Crowley, I'm just happy to have you return to me. Please, can we go home?

[sauntered_downward]

You woke up then? That day?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, you absolute--

[ He takes a breath. ]

My dear. We've both been worried sick. Let's not argue.

Are you hungry?

[sauntered_downward]

No, I'm not hungry. I ate for two weeks to stay awake.

What made you wake up?

[lunchbreaks]

There was a spirit, and it said that it was time to wake up, and he pulled us awake.

Are you really not hurt, Crowley?

[sauntered_downward]

It's not---the ground isn't consecrated, angel. It's just a place, not holy ground.

What spirit? Who kept you asleep?

[lunchbreaks]

--Oh, alright.

And -- I don't know, some spirit. It looked like a grasshopper, and it consumed us entirely. But it was like it was mean to be like that.

We weren't worried about being eaten.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley stares at Aziraphale, jaw slightly hanging open.]

What?

[lunchbreaks]

Well, he was a rather large grasshopper!

[sauntered_downward]

And that's the thing that told you to wake up?

We're fighting giant dogs and green-eyed monsters that spit holy water and you got a huge grasshopper who politely asks you to wake up?

[lunchbreaks]

No, no, he let us know by consuming us. Somehow I just knew that's what he meant.

It was quite horrifying, actually, but at the time we were-- relieved.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley attempts to process this.

Promptly gives up because seriously though what the fuck.]

So there was no way for us to wake you? Just when they decided to eat you so you could wake up?

[lunchbreaks]

...Yes, I suppose. And it didn't feel like two weeks, dear, more like a few hours.

Crowley.

[ His face softens. ]

I am sorry for scaring you.

[ He approaches, and places a hand on Crowley's cheek. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[And then Aziraphale is touching his face and Crowley feels himself start to crumble. He will not cry he will not cry he will not cry he will not cry----

His voice is just a little hoarse as he speaks]

I thought you would never wake up. I was certain of it.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, my dear.

[ No, he can't cry, then Azirphale will sympathy cry. Empathy cry, really.

He pulls Crowley down to his shoulder and into an embrace. ]

Let's go home, Crowley. At least by the bonfire. I should like to get you warm.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley leans into the embrace, just grateful for the warmth of Aziraphale, even just for a moment. He has to be alive, because Hell doesn't make embraces like this.

He pulls back, enough to look down at Aziraphale seriously]

That's why I had to go, angel. I had to go to the Lighthouse. I had to stop what was happening, I had to find a way to wake you up.

[lunchbreaks]

No. Stop, Crowley.

It's a suicide mission. You knew that.

I wasn't dead-- you shouldn't have...

I can't lose you.

[ Now Aziraphale is panicking. ]