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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[ She's tired, she's seen Some Shit, and hearing movement in the kitchen as her on edge, too. It's Ignis, though, and the tension in her shoulders immediately drops. When he moves to meet her, she meets him half way, reaching to wrap him up in her arms and pull him close. ]

Ignis, thank the Six that you are safe... thank the Six that you are awake.

[It feels as if decade passed. Too many bad things had happened in such a short period of time and he wasn't there to help them. To help her and Prompto. To take care of Noct. But, he gives his best not to think about what he could've done and focuses on what he has to do.

He returns the warm hug, all too happily, with a sigh of relief.]

I sincerely apologize, I don't know how I got into that state. The last thing I remember was watching out at the spirits at that party they made.

[Because the last time it happened... yeah. It happened again. Only worse.]

Are you alright? Are you hurt?

It isn't your fault, Ignis. You need not apologize, I am just glad that you are awake and safe. I would ask your forgiveness, though... we were under attack and I could not carry you, I had to use one arm to fight, and the other to pull you. Are you injured?

[ Because she's going to give him a once over whether he likes it or not. But then he has to go and ask her that last question... she's not going to tell him that she got herself killed. He'll figure it out for himself, more than likely, at some point. ]

I am fine now, yes. You need not worry about me. But it would appear Nyx has departed.

[Ignis shakes his head] Worry not about it. Even if I do have a few scrapes and bruises, it doesn't matter. [Especially compared to what could have happened to them. But he appears to be fine, a scratch on his cheek but nothing more.]

What do you mean Nyx has departed? [Ignis gives her a serious and worried look, a familiar sinking feeling in his gut welling up. He's heard of people dying here but most of them return. Prompto returned, albeit with a bit different memories.]

It does matter, and I am terribly sorry for that. If you are injured severely or they cause you great pain, it would be my pleasure to heal your wounds.

[ She shifts, looking down. ] Nyx is no longer among us. He is gone. Dead, the bulletin said. I believe it, I've not seen him since before the chaos began. He is gone.

[Ignis shakes his head,] On the contrary, I am perfectly fine. [Scrapes and bruises don't really need healing, he can handle them. She needs to conserve energy for more important things.]

That... [Ignis' gaze falls as well, looking extremely troubled. What is this place doing...] It had happened before. With Prompto. He was here and then gone. Now he's here again.

[He places both of his hands on her shoulders,] Don't lose hope. He'll be alright. He's a strong and capable man.

If you are certain. But please... if you need it, let me know. [ Because he should know by now she's going to be keeping an eye on him, making sure he's not limping or nursing any major wounds. It's just in her nature. ]

Yes, I recall that. But I feel like, perhaps, this is different... and I am okay with that. I don't want Nyx here.

[ It's not to say that she isn't sad, because she is in a selfish way. She'd grown... attached to him, but at the same time... maybe it's for the best. She smiles tiredly at Ignis as he places his hands on her shoulders, and she looks up at him again. ]

Sometimes I feel like this place is, perhaps, more of a purgatory. That once we have accomplished things here, our souls will be free to move on to something far better. That is what I'd like to think happened to Nyx... perhaps all he needed was to make sure that we were all alright. That is what I'd like to believe, at least.

I will, thank you. [He's starting to learn to lean more on her help, especially with the lack of the healing items here. But he doesn't want to tire her out for a few cuts. He will not hide major injuries from her.]

Hmm... [Ignis nods silently. He can sympathize with her; he saw that they were getting along. While it feels a bit freeing that he's not here, there's always that lingering worry, even within Ignis. Gently, he leads her to the living room so that they can sit down.]

I agree. It was one of the first thoughts that went through my mind as well when I first arrived here. Us, that stayed behind, we'll push through everything, together. As we always had, until we reach our opportunity to leave as well.

[He'd die all over again just to make sure this happens.]

[ She's glad for that, because she wants to help. As much as she can, for as long as she can. Because she's learned one thing, at least, from all of this; even in a place like this, tomorrow isn't promised and she's going to make every single day count, especially when it comes to her beloved friends.

There's no protest as he leads her into the living room, and she takes a seat next to him on the sofa when prompted, gently taking one of his hands within her own and giving it a comforting squeeze. ]

We will, yes, and I fully believe that one day we will all be reunited in a place that is far, far better than this.

[ Preferably with sunshine and laughter and dogs instead of crazed ghosts. She misses her dogs. ]

[It is not an overstatement when Ignis thinks that they wouldn't manage for long all by themselves. Luna definitively has a great impact on their well-being and she is irreplaceable support as well as a wonderful friend. And it makes Ignis angry that he wasn't awake and around to protect her.

But it is what it is. At least he learned something...]

Yes. [He pauses, returning the squeeze of her hand.]

If it's not too much, may I ask for you to tell me what happened when we fell asleep? [He saw people injured and structures destroyed and everyone being distraught. He wants to hear about it, but he won't push Luna if she's uncomfortable talking about it.]

Of course, dear, I would be happy to tell you everything. [ Most of everything. A lot of it is a blur, honestly -- everything happened so fast, the panic was real and the survival of her slumbering companions and those who were awake was her number one priority. ]

When you fell into slumber, we were all attacked by angry spirits. They came at us with a fury that I've only seen in the mightiest of daemons. When things began to calm down, they took to the network. I spoke with them... they told me that we needed to listen and to learn.

[Ignis listens to her carefully, not interrupting her as she lays out what happened to them, a frown marring his face. To say that he was concerned would be an understatement, especially after what he saw in the dream.]

Learn through battle? While it is true that some things could be learned that way, the way you describe it was way more than just a simple brawl. [It sounds way worse than what happened in the summer.]

And they can take over the network too... why didn't they do that before? [Was Robin in their way?]

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