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.

•••
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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[At one point, the scurrying noises are joined by an intermittent clunk sound, followed by a young man's voice.]

Are you talking to me or the librarian?

[Whether she's talking to him or not, he soon appears from behind a nearby shelf, leaning on a wooden walking stick with a very colorful lantern hanging from and resting against the top.]

I can't really help it but uh...sorry?

( she really had meant the scurrying, skittering noise — because she doesn't hear the clunking until almost the point at which prompto chooses to speak up, and the sound of another voice almost startles her, where the scurrying had only been the sort of mild irritation that she could, essentially, ignore.

her own small lantern sits next to her while she reads, casting a greenish glow on everything around her. ) Oh, no, I meant— ( librarian? well, all right, she'll take that with the proverbial grain of salt and just move right along. ) Not you. The librarian, I guess. All those skittering noises? That's a librarian?

Oh. Good. And well...it's our librarian.

[Shrug.]

I think it's some kinda giant bird. I've never seen it, only heard it moving around.

[One of the reasons why he doesn't go in the library a whole lot...it's a little creepy trying to read things when there's something skittering around in the darkness just outside of firelight range.]

Giant … bird. ( she might just squint a little at that. ) A giant bird that you've never managed to actually see. ( she's pretty sure that if there's a giant bird moseying around here, he would have seen it, but you know what? not her problem, not her business. )

That's not creepy at all. ( she turns a page in one of her books, then looks back up at him. ) Anyway, sorry if I startled you. I was just trying to find something that might tell me more about this place but all I'm really finding is. Uh. ( she stares at one of the fiction books and doesn't quite wrinkle her nose, but almost. ) Not very useful.

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