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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"I don't trust them," she confirms quickly, looking back up. "But I also do not wish to anger them again. I am not entirely sure that they are all bad, though. At the beginning of our conversation, they were vaguely threatening. They knew near everything about me... they mimicked my voice, that of the man who killed me, and that of my King."

It makes her shift a little bit, honestly, and she breathes a sigh through her nose. "I do think they are trying to send a message. It is not the right way... not in the slightest. They want us to listen... and so, we should. Play nice for a while."

Crowley lets out a snort. "I think we should get them out of here and away from everyone before they attack us again," he says. He knows what Aziraphale thinks of this idea, of course. He thinks Crowley wants to go to war, which Crowley thinks is just positively dramatic of him.

"They lost me listening to them when they killed my friends," he says. "Doesn't matter if we all come back, they tortured us."

Lunafreya looks down into her lap. "I know that is what you think is best. But we are dead… where would we go? Where would we take them?" If there was some sort of solid evidence that there was a way to escape, other than the ferry or Rastus because they clearly make it out at least once a month... she just can't get behind the idea of trying to leave just yet.

"They did torture us, but I think for now we need to play nice," she states again, looking up at him. "Upsetting both the spirits and our friends will do no one any good right now, dear Crowley. They want us to learn more, so let us do just that."

Dear Crowley. She really is just like Aziraphale. He wonders if he's going to end up killing Aziraphale the way he ended up killing her.

"I don't want to do anything they want us to," he says. "Never been one for following orders, especially from those who want to kill us."

He doesn't want to believe he's dead. He knows he is, he remembers his death, but he's also here. He's alive now. That must mean he can get back. It must mean that.

If he were to voice that particular concern out loud, she'd have to remind him that he didn't kill her, that they went out together. And that he most certainly wouldn't let anything happen to Aziraphale, thank you.

"I know that. But to make things easier and to gather more information, sometimes it is a necessary evil," she responds. "It wouldn't have to be forever. Just until we have enough information. There is a saying, is there not? One catches more flies with honey."

That's something that her mother used to tell both she and her brother, at least. It's something that has stuck with her over the years, and it's worked, for the most part.

"Who wants to catch flies? I want to get out of here," Crowley says, making a face. "We've got plenty to work with, plenty to figure out. We just need to----"

He gestures, a little helplessly. "I don't know. Brute force our way past the monsters keeping us in. We stopped them before, we can do it again."

"Sometimes, in order to get our way, we need to play our enemies just a little bit," she states slowly, heaving a soft sigh. "I know you want to get out of here. But Crowley, what happens if there is no way to leave? If we are dead, where do our spirits go from here?"

Leaning back in her seat, she offers him a tired smile. "Besides, such a plan would require a lot of plotting. This is something that one cannot simply jump into, it is how mistakes are made. We have gained valuable knowledge... I think our best course of action is to continue gathering as much information as possible."

"Gathering information," Crowley repeats, sounding skeptical. She's right, of course. Oh, he hates that she's right.

"We could have a meeting. Get the town involved, anyone who wants to get out. Some people don't, some people like it here. Share our information, see what we can plan?"

It's a bit of a relief, honestly, to have Crowley jump on board with this. Even a little bit, at least.

"That would be a lovely idea. I think, at the moment at least, knowledge and information are going to be our best weapons. What happened this time was bad, but I can only imagine that far worse will come to pass in time. If we have the knowledge, we can be far better prepared."

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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