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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Right in the center of that arch, I think. That would be lovely.

[ He hands Akechi some twine to do it with. Sorry, we're low on supplies. ]

[Twine or not, it's Aziraphale's decoration, but his. So he set it up where he wanted it, looking back to him.]

This good?

Yes, perfect! Right there is good.

[ See, much easier when you get a friend to do it for you. ]

[Since that's where he wants it, Akechi is just going to climb down the ladder.]

I'm glad to be of help. Did you make all of these decorations?

Oh no, some of these were gifts from Rastus. But I don't think he really knows what Christmas is, so I had to... massage a little Christmas into these.

--Do you like them?

It was an attempt I suppose.

[Looking around at the decorations, Akechi never really celebrated Christmas (or any other holiday for that matter), but they looked as nice as they could be; considering they didn't exactly have stuff to craft or buy proper decorations here.]

Yeah, they look festive enough to me, despite not being actually Christmas themed to begin with.

Well, you know, we've got to make do.

[ But Aziraphale has lived in times of famine and war and all sorts. He knows how resourceful and resilient humans are, and he hopes this helps just a little bit. ]

Anyway, happy Christmas.

Even in death, time seems to go by fast these days.

[Christmas time already... Wow.]

How've you been?

Still dead. Can't complain.

[ He shrugs. ]

You? Have you been well, dear? Sometimes I get pains on my back. Has your ankle been alright?

I've... been adjusting. Sometimes I lose my balance because it feels like I can't walk, and then I'm reminded that I'm fine.

... So where did that wing come from anyway?

[He won't push it if he doesn't want to say. He's just curious.]

Ah? Oh, I've always had it.

[ He pulls them out of hammerspace, big and white, both of them. One of them slightly limps. ]

[Well... He did meet some people here before that's had unique abilities, so why couldn't an angel be here too?]

I see. An angel, huh? [Intriguing.]

Only for all my life, yes.

So sorry I wasn't more useful in the mines. I've usually got better reflexes.

I don't think any of us were really all that useful in those conditions, to be honest.

They really did have us at a disadvantage.

Did you know so many others had such dreams? And saw other things about the town?

I heard about that. Akira filled me in when I woke up about the spirits laying siege for the time we were out.

[Yep, he actually used Akira's name without honorifics without realizing it.]

Seems like other people had different experiences.... and daylight.

--Daylight! My goodness, I wish we had seen some of that.

I suppose that makes sense. I heard someone saw the last day before the nightfall. I hadn't understood what that meant, there was-- there was quite a lot that happened.

It would have been nice, but I suppose it would blind for a short while after how long we've been in the dark.

There's a lot of information to take in yet.

Yes, I suppose there is. Ah well, you seem to have gathered quite a bit of it.

I don't think it's quite enough yet. There's still a lot that I don't know yet. I plan to investigate the situation and Beacon further though.

[Maybe it was just his deductive nature...?]

Well, please do keep in touch whenever you find more, dear.

Of course. I'm sure there are answers out there. We'll just have to be observant to see what we can find.

Yes. Well, you know where to find me.

I'll keep in touch.

[And Aziraphale knows where to find him as well, if need be.]

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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Also a good place to stop.