INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
IF I HAD A HEART

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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Comments

[lunchbreaks]

They are stronger than us, we don't know how to kill them, and so many people already died trying.

Crowley, honestly, this is a terrible idea.

[sauntered_downward]

We got a lot better at killing them while you were asleep.

[lunchbreaks]

Absolutely not something I wanted to hear.

[sauntered_downward]

Angel, we fought a lot of those creatures while you were asleep. The whole town was under attack for two weeks.

[lunchbreaks]

I'm not letting you wage this war. I'm not letting you put everyone else in harm's way without a better plan.

[sauntered_downward]

You slept through the fight, angel, because they poisoned you! They knocked you out completely! For two weeks! Doesn't that bother you?

I'm not letting them near any of us again!

[lunchbreaks]

Then we don't accept their gifts!

I'm not starting a war with you, Crowley.

[sauntered_downward]

I'm not talking about a war, I'm talking about an eviction.

Humans are good at pushing other humans out of spaces they've decided are their own. They'll be good at this, if they work at it.

[lunchbreaks]

You do know that's a good way to start a war. Conquer, land annexing, resource seizure-- you know what these mean.

[sauntered_downward]

And what would you do, then?

Forgive them?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes. Do you forget, I am an angel! It's what we do.

[sauntered_downward]

No, it isn't. Angels don't forgive---look what they did to you.

Do yourself and this town a favor for once and pass a little judgment on these spirits. After what they did to us, they deserve it.

[lunchbreaks]

Right, well.

You do whatever you want.

I'm going home.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley is about to just let him go----but then he remembers that Aziraphale has been here, waiting for him. He has no idea how long]

How many days? How many days was I---you know?

[lunchbreaks]

[ He doesn't turn around. ]

Five days, three hours and-- I don't know, dear, I fell asleep after that.

Xayah came to check on me, like you asked. And so did The Soldier.

[sauntered_downward]

So Xayah's back, then.

[he sighs]

They both died, you know. During the battle with the spirits. Those things killed them.

[lunchbreaks]

I did say you were the last to return.

[ He takes a deep breath and then starts walking again. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley doesn't follow him, just stands and watches him go.

At least he's awake.

At least everyone is alive.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ Bye Crowley. >( ]