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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[Look, rounded to the nearest decade is fine, it's not like Rosinante knows the difference. He smiles and shakes his head as he has a drink. Good to talk about dumb shit like youth and forget for a few minutes all the pain they went through.]

Sixty years. It's funny how easy it is to forget you're not closer to my age.

How old are you? ( has he ever asked that? ) Warlocks tend to age much slower than everyone else.

( which means he looks damn good for his age. )

You older or younger?

[He'd noticed, of course, back when the graves and shrines were up - can't remember now what the dates on Ambrose's were to the exact year but it was a hell of a lifespan.]

I'm twenty-six. Maybe twenty-seven, if birthdates count when you're dead.

[Practically a child to someone like Ambrose, probably.]

Oh, you're such a young'un. ( his southern accent is terrible but that's intentional. he snickers and shakes his head. )

You are young, though. I can barely remember myself when I was that young. ( or wait, maybe he can. that's around the time he'd done the thing that put him on house arrest for so, so long. )

What's your lifespan like, anyway? ( was that a weird question to ask? he doesn't care. )

[The accent earns him a chuckle. It's funny, even if he absolutely doesn't understand the joke. It's presumably a reference to some Earth thing he's never heard of.]

Normal lifespan, and not the dead in the twenties lifespan? Kinda varies. Healthy humans live to a hundred and above pretty often. Not sure about the other races. I bet giants get pretty damn old.

Wait wait wait wait.

( W A I T. )

Giants? Are you talking about actual giants or just really very tall people?

Giants. Ten times my height and up, I've heard. They don't really like coming to interact. We have lots of non-human races at home, but a lot of them I don't know much about. I've seen a few fishmen, though. Merfolk, too.

[He shrugs. It's impossible to keep track of who he's told all this to and who he hasn't, since to him it's just normal everyday life. Sure, almost everyone he meets is human, at home, but that's not because humans are even the majority, just that a lot of the others tend to leave them to their own devices out of fear or disdain. Or then there's the fishmen, who they run across frequently, but after centuries of wars and slavery and other conflicts, avoidance is the easiest way to keep the peace.]

See, we don't have many things like that. Demons, yes. Incubi? I've heard of them showing up.

( little does he know that his aunt hilda is particularly close with one. )

But giants and mermaids? Those are things I've only read about in books. So, you're human, right?

Just human, yeah. Nothing as exotic as all that. If you've got demons and other stuff, then maybe we're even. We don't have those.

[Well, to his knowledge, anyway. But the seas are vast and with tens of thousands of isolated islands, it's probably impossible for any one person to really know everything there is to be found.]

I've heard of others, on more distant islands. Longlegs, Longarms, Dwarves, the Minks... Lots of races out there.

I don't know what any of those things are. Or wait, dwarves I know but not because they exist where I'm from. Not that I know of, at least. I've seen them in movies.

( sleepy, dopey, bashful, etc etc. )

Be lucky that you don't have demons, though. Most of them are not fun.

[Ah yes. Movies. He's heard of those before here once.]

Yeah? We have the one here, or they say he's a demon, anyway. Crowley. I wouldn't call him fun, but I can imagine worse creatures.

[Has certainly met worse. Monsters, demons in their own right, but entirely human.]

Yeah, I've heard about him. I know his friend, Aziraphale.

( hadn't had the honor of meeting crowley, yet. )

What's he like? Most demons I know would be causing chaos if they were stuck in a place like this.

[Oh, good. He'd been hesitant about the idea of Aziraphale and Ambrose co-existing, given Ambrose's past dealings with angels. But Aziraphale is pretty far from those warriors he saw in Ambrose's death, and while appearances can certainly be deceiving, surely by now if there was going to be a problem it would already have happened.

He gets along well with both, after all. Didn't want them against each other.]

Well, he's the one ultimately responsible for the ferry crash, and he left to kill Robin a couple days ago. Haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll be one of the tenacious ones.

[Not exactly a summary of what Crowley is like and yet it's telling. Causing chaos? Yeah. Kinda.]

Oh, he sounds delightful.

( not really at all. ambrose shakes his head. )

He sounds like a demon would sound. And I don't exactly like hearing he went off to kill someone but I'm trying to trust Aziraphale's trust in him.

Well, the fact we haven't heard back makes me think he died in the attempt. I'm sure he'll tell us all about it once he's back here. Seems all right, though. Impulsive, but at least he's honest about it.

[Is that how demons in the fairytales behaved? He'd thought they were supposed to be pure evil, not that stories have any basis in reality. He'd pictured Crowley to be far worse than he actually is. He clearly cares deeply for Aziraphale but Soldat also. There are definitely worse people here.]

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.

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.

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.

[So that's a no on updates, then. Ambrose must be finding other ways to spend his time here than keeping on top of the findings of others. He'd kind of realized that, but thought surely by now this was common knowledge. Good to fill him in, then.]

The one under the trapdoor that brings us back if we die. I saw its hand briefly right as I was waking up, that time my lantern broke.

( yeah, he wasn't always great at keeping on top of things especially if he had other things on his mind. his bad. )

Ah. I didn't realize it was a creature that did that.

( that was...something. )

Just thought it was the magic of this place.

No, there's a spirit. Early on, when Melisandre was living in there, I think she used to try and leave it gifts. We as a group have a real knack for keeping it busy.

[Whatever it is. And maybe it doesn't matter. He's read enough of the network to know that the group before theirs, the one Winters and Doctor Ingram had survived out of, had torn each other apart trying to get at it. Can't really ask either of them about it, either, what with Winters being dead and Will clamming up and getting all bristly at the slightest mention of what had happened, but he can't say he blames the guy.]

Maybe we oughta leave it something after these last couple weeks.

Like Santa Clause?

( leave some milk and cookies for it? )

You have any idea what it likes?

I think Melisandre gave it fruit pies? Not sure what else it likes. Not even sure how to ask it since the most I've seen was just a glimpse of its hand when I woke up in the church.

[So if all else fails, well, more pie. The small ones, hand pies, might not be that hard to make. Maybe it likes savory pies, too. Or empanadas. But hold up one second.]

What's Santa Claus?

Santa Claus is... ( he pauses, consideration crossing his face before he chuckles. )

God, I don't know the last time I had to explain Santa Claus. It's this thing they tell people where I'm from about this man who lives in a specific place on Earth and on one day a year, he brings presents to people. He's not real.

( just to make that clear. ) He supposedly has an army of elves and gets around via a sled and reindeer.

[Even without the alcohol, that concept would sound pretty funny. It's even better with a drink in him, and he chuckles.

He's heard of stranger things at home that were absolutely real, but he'll take this for the joke it seems intended to be.]

Funny. Better than what I was told as a kid. Monsters coming in the night to eat us if we didn't do as our elders said, that sort of thing.

[Turns out there was some truth to the existence of those so-called monsters, like most of his people's stories, but he'll laugh it off for now. The D clan are all right by him anyway.]

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