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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[he listens quietly, turning a little more towards her and away from the flames. she's obviously not human, but he's met more than his fair share of aliens in the past couple of years, and knows better than to stare. still, he can't quite place what planet she could be from, which leaves him a little curious.]

That sounds like a pleasant afterlife. Your elders told nice stories.

[he smiles wryly and it doesn't reach his eyes.]

The most common belief about the afterlife where I'm from talks about either suffering for all eternity if you did bad deeds or living in paradise if you were good. Bunch of nonsense -- or so I thought. Turns out there is a place you can go if you die. It's dark and there's nothing around but an endless void that stretches out infinitely.

This place is at least better than that.

[To be fair, they are all aliens to each other here. The humans she runs into here are nothing alike humans she knows from her world. There are some reckless fools running around, but mostly care for each other or show some kind of compassion and empathy for the situation their fellow humans are in.

Not in her world. Not towards each other or to the Vastayans. But- that's a long story...]

I don't know if it's pleasant- I didn't have a chance to experience it yet. [She looks at her hand briefly, flexing her fingers.] It would be nice, however, to find youth and pass on my abilities.

[She huffs, ears twitching a bit-] That really does sound like something humans would make up to get their children to not misbehave.

As for this place, [Xayah looks over the bonfire where Rastus is, then few other people walking around,] that's debatable. We barely survived last month. [Last two weeks, to be precise. And she didn't actually survive, she got killed and revived. But- she still exists so there's that.]

What skills would you have liked to pass on?

[it's not something he's really given any thought to himself -- perhaps due to the nature of the paladins and the unique bonds they share with their lions. it's a thought for another time though. the huff she gives gets the beginning of a half smile.]

You don't have the best impression of humans then, huh. [And isn't that weird. it;s been a while since he;s heard humans talked about in a scornful manner. it's been a tone reserved for the galra for a while now.] What happened here anyway?

Shapeshifting. Accuracy and agility. I'm an impeccable shooter.

[And she's not just showing off. She's spent days on that roof of the Invincible, shooting down any spirit that closes in that she can spot. Eventually, well, they caught her and did a number on her so she died, but she held out better than she expected. Especially in this place.]

There's just something in watching your successor become like you, and then better than you, but with the same ideals. [She scowls at the mention of humans-] Humans on my planet- no. We don't get along. [It's a mutual feeling. Sadly it's the Vastayans that will probably die out first, despite all the efforts. That's the part that stings, not that she died for the cause.]

Well, [she idly runs fingers through her hair, looking around,] forest spirits prepared a feast. Some ate and fell asleep. The others that stayed awake got massacred. [To put it simply.] We've been fighting them for two weeks. They pulled back just before your ferry arrived.

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