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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yeah!

i'll be on out front. look for my lantern ig.

[Ignis stays true to his word as he makes his way towards the Library. The village is almost deserted, most of the people huddling around the bonfire and where other supplies are at. But Prompto needs a proper bed for his wound and there's no space in Invincible.

That being said, taking a walk is as good as it is dangerous. Ignis will feel better when he knows that he's close enough to protect him from anything that can show up.]

Prompto? [Ignis calls out, lifting his own lantern next to his face when he sees another person in front of the library.]

Over here!

[He waves, holding up his own lantern in case Ignis doesn't see him or his hand. Given the past two weeks, he should probably be more careful about calling out to anyone who seems to be a friend, but he's got a gun close at hand just in case and nothing's happened for a couple days now.]

Are you sure that was only ten minutes? It felt more like twenty.

[It's not just Prompto- Ignis too has become on edge, dare he say paranoid. This is the second time they got ambushed at a party and it's coming to a point where he draws a line and says it's not an accident. He sighs when he approaches Prompto.]

Positive. I left the moment I sent you last message. [But it always feels longer when you wait.]

Here. [Ignis offers his elbow as second support for Prompto to walk. Usually, he'd chastise him for walking around injured but- he owes him. So much. For looking over them all. The least he can do is help him catch some fresh air.] How is the pain?

[He has to check the time on his device just to be sure--Ignis is right, it's just now been ten minutes since his last message. Prompto's blaming the dark and the fact that there's no way to actually measure time aside from staring at a clock.]

You win this round. Oh! Thanks. [He's taking that offered elbow, transferring his lantern to the hand holding the walking stick so it doesn't jab Ignis as they're walking.]

Pain? It's...there? Nothing some painkillers won't fix...but I won't be running away from anything anytime soon, hehe.

[Ignis doesn't blame him in the slightest. He too is a bit disoriented, especially after two-week long nap. One could say it was long overdue, what with him barely sleeping more than a few hours a day. He's never been a person that can properly relax and this place is making things even worse.]

Mind the lantern please, [he warns gently, then leads them down the dim road towards the bonfire.]

I will check the store for medication. Ferry arrived so there should be a restock. [Aside from painkillers, he needs to change Prompto's bandages.] That's why I prefer it if you're in someone's company. Until you heal and can properly defend yourself.

[There's a moment of silence where Ignis' gaze is trained on the path before them and he finally breathes out.] I apologize. I should've been more careful.

Right.

[He doesn't want to stab Ignis with the lantern's points. Who gave him such a pointy lantern anyway? It had nothing on the metal tips that Noctis' lantern possessed, but it still was a potentially formidable weapon and also not allowed inside the bounce house.]

I think it still counts if I stay near other people. Obviously not the sketchy ones, but...

[Like, say, Vanitas.]

[He doesn't say that because he thinks the lantern will hurt him. Ignis is just back at being a worrywart. He doesn't want Prompto's lantern to die out at all if he can help it.]

Sketchy ones?

[That catches Ignis' attention. Prompto met someone sketchy?

He doesn't know he's thinking of Vanitas, whom Ignis also met, but didn't see recently.]

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