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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( everyone needs a good laugh now and again — at least, that's something hunk would say, and that realization sends a pang of sadness through her chest for a moment, because she's never going to see him or any of the others ever again, is she?

but. there's no real use dwelling on things that are beyond her control, especially when she's made this stranger laugh, and it's a nice, genuine laugh. it's nice to hear. ) It was a pretty low bar, honestly. ( she huffs out her own laugh. ) No harm, no foul.

( this friendly stranger extends her hand and pidge takes it in one of her own, grinning. ) Pidge. And thanks. I'd say it's nice to meet you but considering the circumstances, ah … nah, it's nice to meet you, anyway. It's nice to see a friendly face in the afterlife. ( a beat. ) See? Just like that, you made up for the boat thing.

[ Ellever slowly returns the grin. It's good to talk to someone like this. She'd been very quiet for a bit; there hadn't been much to talk about. ]

Oh. Well! I'm glad. There are a lot of friendly faces around here, just for the record. We'll get you squared away in no time, Pidge. [ She'd been drugged and out of it when she'd arrived last month, and people had made sure that she'd be all right and had sufficient clothing for the weather. ] It's gotten a little cold and things are... kind of strange, but you arrived at a good time.

[ It doesn't bear thinking about if the ferry had arrived when the green-eyed spirits had still been out in force. Jeez, what a bad introduction that would have been. ]

Are you okay? Physically, I mean.

[ She can't do anything about the whole "just having died" thing. ]

( sometimes there just aren't things to talk about. sometimes there isn't anyone to talk to — pidge understands both of these things very well, and she would be glad to give the other this opportunity, if she knew that it was making her happy.

she makes a small noise in the back of her throat. ) I don't mind the cold, if that's the worst thing about this place. ( another noise, and it's just short of a laugh. amused, if nothing else.

she has no idea what's been going on before her arrival, but the other woman is right — this place doesn't seem so bad. yet. she tips her head to the side. ) I'm okay, I guess. All things considered. Kinda stiff? But no worse for the wear. ( there's a beat. )

How … long have you been here?

[ How early do you start telling the new people about... everything, Ellever wonders? Well, she's not going to burst any bubbles yet. She's just not going to sugar coat anything if it comes up, either. But she's not going to start in the deep end, that's just mean. Ellever's awkward, not a dickbag. ]

I got here last month. Same old schtick. [ She nods at the ferry itself. ] First of the month, new people, new supplies. But some people have been here for months and months.

[ Twenty years, in one case... but even thinking about Robin makes her chest ache, so she doesn't. She glances down at her left arm. ]

The buildings in town all have heat, so we're going to be okay on that count. You've just got to get out there and claim a space for your own. There's rooms, or some cabins... I kinda wandered before I found a roommate.

( honestly, she would be more than all right with knowing everything she could right off the bat — sugar-coating anything isn't going to change the fact that she's dead, and that this is the afterlife, and that there's no other place for her now.

it's just something she's going to have to learn to deal with, and if there's ever going to be a time to hit the ground running? it's going to be this right here.

she takes in those words, lets them sink in and finds herself wringing her hands before she has a chance to stop; a nervous bit of fidgeting as her teeth worry at the inside of her lip, a question sitting on the back of her tongue that she's almost afraid to ask. )

Have you, um … ever come across anyone you know? From before? ( she kind of wants to know if there's a chance she's the only one that didn't make it out of the blast … or if she's going to need to steel herself for the idea that the rest of her friends are dead, too. )

You mean from back... home?

[ For lack of a better term. "From before" works just as well. Ellever wishes she had something better to say, but she shakes her head, smiling sadly. ]

No. But I think other people have friends of theirs? [ She isn't a social butterfly, so she hasn't been out and about as much as she'd maybe like. But Castiel has someone he knows, she thinks. ] That's what I've been gathering. You could always text on our tablets and see if anyone recognizes your name.

[ Honestly, it doesn't bother her. Being 'alone' here means that Ellever can explore at her own pace and reveal things about herself at her own pace, too. She doesn't have to worry about someone letting slip... what she is. She can just tell someone, if she trusts them enough. And if the moment is right, of course. ]

It's been quiet lately, other than some rebuilding, so... people will probably take notice.

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

she'd fight about being called adorable but i agree, so she loses lmao

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