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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Oh.

[ Midge is decidedly not in a shapeless uniform made out of hemp. Granted, it's some of her things from home, so she's a 50s technicolour dream, but the thought of what Cheryl said? You may as well have given her a heart attack or told her some juicy gossip in the middle of Temple with how she gasps. ]

I would rather die. Again, I guess--wowzers, I still can't over the fact that we've all just up and died--there's a building where you can usually get clothes. It's not exactly Dior, but tailoring them works a little better.

I'm Midge.

[ She extends her hand. Welcome to Beacon, Cheryl. Your introduction is a fast-talking gal with a heavy New York accent. ]

[ sure, Midge understands fashion but Cheryl's already got a creeping suspicion that some of their fellow residents would be plenty happy to wear literal potato sacks. forced to wear a hideous, scratchy uniform sounds like a worse punishment than death itself.

Cheryl shakes her hand. ] Cheryl Blossom. Fully delighted to meet someone else who understands the importance of a good outfit. Between you and me, everyone else I've met so far is boring at their absolute best.

Oh, it gets better--half of them are nuts, too. [ It's said in jest--mostly--and her brows lift lightly. ]

You figure out that tablet tchotchke yet?

[ ah, the tablet. well, it's not an iPad but at least this new world isn't entirely devoid of technology. ]

Enough to know I've got to keep an eye on my lantern under penalty of a second death. [ which is... highly not an ideal situation. ]

It isn't as nice as the one I have at home, but it's serviceable. I haven't tried the camera yet, have you?

Did not know there was one. [ It's sincere, though despite the small smile, it looks a little pained. She's got to get used to new technology. ]

Apparently being from the 50s means I'm four steps fashionable and five steps behind on literally everything else.

[ Cheryl shakes her head. ] The 50s are pure and beloved nostalgia, except for the unfortunate racism. Not that I'd associate you with anything so dreadful.

You'll catch on to the technology and fashion. Fabulous is forever and ageless.

[ She's not wrong. Midge--well, Midge is rich and privileged and she may be Jewish and she may spend a lot of time in the Village, but she'll never quite fully understand. She does nod, though--she's seen glimpses of what other folks have to endure, and she doesn't forget it. ]

You and I are gonna get along great. Where you form?

[ she beams. maybe not everyone in Beacon will be terrible after all. ]

Riverdale. [ the town with pep! ] Rockland County. [ it's the kind of small town where girls grow up wishing they lived some place like New York City. it used to be the kind of place where nothing bad happened but that all changed at the river with Jason. ]

Not very glamorous but there's something to be said for being the big fish in a small pond.

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