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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[Xayah scowls, massaging her shoulder underneath her wing,]

Well, they aren't giving us much choice, are they? They ask and beg for our help, but then they go on length to kill us off. I don't know how sentient these things are, but some part of them should understand that it's counterproductive.

[Then again, a lot of people keep coming in and it's just all the same to the forest spirits. They don't have to worry about anything- they'll always have a fresh group of people come in every month. She feels sick.]

I'm not sure they're all working together. In fact, it's reasonable to assume they're not. They might be different types of creatures entirely and we're just not familiar enough to tell them apart.

[Since some do conspicuously vanish. Maybe they can tell ahead of time when these things are about to happen, and then leave. Maybe some try to warn them and they just don't know how to pay attention. They're probably equally frustrated.]

For spirits that are not working together, they sure have some impeccable timing to strike all at the same time...

[Some maybe vanish. But that's just a handful of spirits compared to the hordes that came crashing down at them for two weeks, every hour of the day and night. She doesn't trust them anymore. She's tired of trying and failing and trying and failing. She misses Rakan...]

The little child... is she alright?

[He nods at the mild sarcasm. It's good to be skeptical and much of him agrees with her anger and frustration. How could he not? People died. People fell into comas for weeks. But fear and hatred are blinding and he'd rather be productive. Try to understand what he can. Doesn't blame her at all, though.]

Yeah. You probably saw, I kept her with me. Didn't let anything touch her.

[It's a shame he couldn't have done more. There were far too many instances of people who were indoors, who thought they were safe, only to have spirits reach through gaps in the floorboards or ooze their way through walls or whatever else they did. They were safer together and the walls surely held some out, but the injuries suffered by people who weren't even out on patrol were distressing and surprisingly grotesque.]

Did you get out very far? I heard some people made it all the way to the Armory.

[She will need a bit too cool down before she can see clear picture here. Usually, it was Rakan that grounded her, despite being an airhead whose attention span is that of a fish. But he's not here. She has no one here to look after and make sure to stay calm and collected. Hmmm...]

Yeah, I did.

[She also stayed indoors. But the auditory hallucinations still reached her. She needs to find a way to fight them, and soon, otherwise it will be bad, for all of them.]

No. I was mostly keeping guard on the top floor of Invincible. The torches we set up outside gave me a good view so my aim was good. It wasn't enough though...

Ah, so that was you up there. Thought it might have been. I saw some of the spirits taken down by your arrows, then. Or - feathers, not arrows, I suppose. Impressive stuff.

[They're actually more like throwing knives than arrows, too, aren't they? The Marines all wielded standard issue pistols and rifles if they didn't have a distinct preference for something else. Remote islanders still used bows, but throwing knives? Pretty uncommon. Probably hard to learn.]

How'd you end up learning to wield them, back home?

Yes. I am more versed in ranged combat that hand to hand.

[But she packs a mean punch when needed. Bar fights were Rakan and her's favorite past time.

No one actually asked her that before, so she's pleasantly surprised.]

It was gifted to me. The wild magic of our forest gifted my abilities to me on my birth. [She opens her palm and easily summons a feather on it.] It was on me whether I wanted to sharpen my skills as I grow.

I thought it would be rude not to. So my father trained me on how to use magic I got. He trained my aim and my mind to let the magic overflow me instead of trying to control it. You limit yourself that way, you set boundaries and your progress stalls. I remember all of his lessons vividly, [she turns her hand and, if Rosinante offered his own palm, the light purple feather would fall on it, otherwise it disappears in thin air,] as if he told taught them to me yesterday.

Edited 2019-12-05 12:04 (UTC)

[Ah, magic. At this point he no longer feels compelled to try and understand it - it's clear that if it's real, it works differently from world to world. And if it's not real in some places, if what they call 'magic' is actually a form of technology, that's fine too. What he can do, and the things he's seen in his world, are not magic but they would probably seem like it to an outsider. Anyway, the variations are all interesting.]

So it's tradition. Part of your heritage. [And clearly, deeply important to her, emotionally. He catches the little feather and smiles, bringing it closer to have a look.]

I bet your father would be proud of your talents now.

Kind of, yeah, [she nods with a tiny smile. Xayah doesn't get to talk about her heritage and magic so often. It's very rare that anyone's interested in it. It's something she died trying to protect, and it will always be important to her.]

I hope so.

[She nods at the feather,] It used to glow purple- the feathers that I summon. But this place sapped out all the light from it. [A pity... she loves purple color.]

This place sure has its way of doing that, huh.

[And they've all come to accept it because they have no other choice, but it's strange, isn't it? Still doesn't make any sense to him. He turns the feather over in his hand, then lets it drift away and fade as he stands.]

Well. I'll let you go. Thanks again, though, for what you did for everyone out there.

Yeah.

[The feather disappears in soft, purple dust and floats back to her. She's used to working under the cover of night, but even she is longing now for warm rays of the Sun. Xayah offers him a smile with a short nod.]

If you need me for anything, my device is with me. I'll try to help you.

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