logsinthenight | 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.

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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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[The usual bustle of people unloading cargo and herding newcomers around town has begun. Normally it's exciting but it feels a little somber this month, given how many of them, like himself, are pretty seriously injured. Rosinante's bandages mostly sit beneath his clothing but the one deep cut on his brow isn't entirely hidden by his bangs, and his limp is pretty easy to spot. Still, he's doing his best to help carry things and direct people and will continue to do so. Being hurt is no excuse to sit around and not even try. Even injured, his size makes it easier to carry more than most around here.

He makes his way out along the pier, up onto the ferry to grab a box, then spots someone looking a little lost. And what was that about stars? It's cloudy this time of year almost every day, but he looks up anyway - and yeah, bummer. No updating his charts until the weather clears.]

Not today, I guess. Might snow any minute, with clouds that thick. Do you need a hand down?

[ Angel starts at the question, still unused to being addressed in person, but offers a small smile to the man who has approached her, brightening at his words even as she continues to cling to the rail. ]

That's a shame, but snow is even more- [ deep breaths, deeeeeep breaths ] That's exciting to hear.

[ She manages to upright herself a little, despite it all, but yes...help. That would be good. ]

Erm, I would appreciate that, thank you.

[Balancing the box of supplies on his shoulder, he steps from the ferry deck to the pier, then holds out a hand for her to take. Though she's such a small thing, and he's so tall, he almost has to lean down to make sure she can reach comfortably. He has a strong grip though, and he'll guide her across if she just makes the hop over. The pier is anchored on posts that sink into the lakebed. Should help to be on more solid flooring.]

The stars are bright here when the sky clears up. I've spent a lot of time charting them. You interested in astronomy at all?

[A long shot. Lots of people like to look at stars and don't know the first thing about them. Hell, he's not that far removed from that; they're handy for navigation but it's not like he knows anything more about them himself, though he'd like to learn.]

[ Angel hesitates for a long moment, it may seem to him like she doesn't understand what the gesture means, or that maybe she's never seen hands beyond her own before, but eventually she will take it. ]

Oh! I hadn't even realized we had docked completely.

[ To say she's overwhelmed by the situation would be an understatement. For now she's drifting along through a sort of stunned fugue state, the reality of the situation not yet hitting her in full. However, her face brightens at his question. ]

Absolutely! I did plenty of star charting back....back where I was last I never would have expected there to be stars in purgatory.

[ She sighs, as she feels the numbness of excitement and confusion begin to abate. ]

That's where we are, isn't it?

[He notices the hesitation to say where she was, but that's normal. She's freshly dead, and even those of them who have been here for months often struggle to talk about the events that led to their arrival here. Most people don't even ask. It feels invasive, unkind to make someone divulge those personal final moments.

He smiles a little, pleased the stars interest her as well, then gestures for her to follow along as he heads down the pier toward shore with a slight limp. His right leg still hasn't fully recovered, though it gets better every day.]

Lotta people call it that. Or Hell, or other stuff. Not sure it's any of those things. Town's called Beacon. That behind us is a lake. We're not really sure yet what else is out there. It's dark like this all the time.

[ She follows after, keeping up with his slower pace. It's not as though her legs are very strong, given their years of little use, so it's a relief not to have to match someone with long strides. ]

If this is hell, what did that make where she came from?

I...guess that makes as much sense as any of this. Is that why I found this beside me when I woke up?

[ She gestures to the small glass orb around her neck containing a small but bright flame. ]

["She"? Probably reflecting on something from home, then. That happens a lot to newcomers. As it should - death tends to make one think a lot about life.

He looks down at the lantern she indicates. Cute, look how small it is!]

Right! That's your lantern. Don't break it, it's what houses what's left of your life force here, or your soul or however you want to think about it.

[ Angel looks down to the glass and the flickering light held within it. Carefully, she holds it in one of her hands, tapping on the glass with a fingernail. ]

It seems awfully...precarious, to have something as important in a soul in such a fragile container. Though I supposes a human body isn't much sturdier, in most cases.

What happens if it goes out?

(ooc: woops the part about hell was meant to be in brackets...lets just uh, forget that.)

You die. If you're lucky, the spirit who inhabits the church will manage to put you and your soul and lantern all back together. But I've been looking into it lately and at best, your odds are about one in three that you'll come back. Maybe worse. So try to be careful, all right?

[Might as well just be straight about that. He's been a little cavalier himself in the past, once he'd heard the church spirit could revive people. Knowing what he does now, he's going to be far more cautious going forward. He's been very, very lucky to have been brought back twice.]

((ooc: OH haha no worries then, yep))

[ Death after death? Isn't that kind of redundant? Regardless she nods, warning heeded. ]

I will, thank you. Both for the information and hospitality. I don't think I ever got your name?

Rosinante. You'll hear a few here and there call me "Commander Donquixote" but really, just Rosinante is fine. And you?

[Might as well be thorough. He's not a big fan of being called here by his rank or anything, but people keep turning out to be from military backgrounds, and then he feels awkward having not properly introduced himself.]

A commander? I'm familiar with...

[ She beings to silently count on her fingers as she does the mental math, but gives up quickly. ]

...quite a few of those. Though their positions were not always "official."

Erm- I'm Angel. Just Angel.

Well then, nice to meet you, Angel. I'm no commander here anyway. Hardly matters. Just a reference point for those here who were military.

[And she's... not? Who knows, but he's content to just leave all that aside.]

Anyway, most everything you need here is right around the square, but there's a map in your tablet that can help you find other things farther out. Have you had a chance to look at that yet?

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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