logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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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Well, the fact we haven't heard back makes me think he died in the attempt. I'm sure he'll tell us all about it once he's back here. Seems all right, though. Impulsive, but at least he's honest about it.

[Is that how demons in the fairytales behaved? He'd thought they were supposed to be pure evil, not that stories have any basis in reality. He'd pictured Crowley to be far worse than he actually is. He clearly cares deeply for Aziraphale but Soldat also. There are definitely worse people here.]

Dying. For a place where you're already supposed to be dead, people seem to die a lot. It's kind of annoying.

( not that they were dying, that they could in the first place. it was like this place having a laugh at their expense. )

Starting to feel a little left out that I haven't died yet.

I'd say that's easy to fix, but I wouldn't recommend it. Keep up your streak.

[If he's going to make a joke, might as well be a dark one. He knocks back the rest of his drink, then refills his glass.]

Heard much recently about that creature in the church, though? Seems like for a while everyone was trying to go after it but I never did find out if anyone made progress learning about it.

Creature in the church?

( weren't churches supposed to be sacred? )

Guess that makes sense for this place. Of course there'd be some kind of creature in the church.

[So that's a no on updates, then. Ambrose must be finding other ways to spend his time here than keeping on top of the findings of others. He'd kind of realized that, but thought surely by now this was common knowledge. Good to fill him in, then.]

The one under the trapdoor that brings us back if we die. I saw its hand briefly right as I was waking up, that time my lantern broke.

( yeah, he wasn't always great at keeping on top of things especially if he had other things on his mind. his bad. )

Ah. I didn't realize it was a creature that did that.

( that was...something. )

Just thought it was the magic of this place.

No, there's a spirit. Early on, when Melisandre was living in there, I think she used to try and leave it gifts. We as a group have a real knack for keeping it busy.

[Whatever it is. And maybe it doesn't matter. He's read enough of the network to know that the group before theirs, the one Winters and Doctor Ingram had survived out of, had torn each other apart trying to get at it. Can't really ask either of them about it, either, what with Winters being dead and Will clamming up and getting all bristly at the slightest mention of what had happened, but he can't say he blames the guy.]

Maybe we oughta leave it something after these last couple weeks.

Like Santa Clause?

( leave some milk and cookies for it? )

You have any idea what it likes?

I think Melisandre gave it fruit pies? Not sure what else it likes. Not even sure how to ask it since the most I've seen was just a glimpse of its hand when I woke up in the church.

[So if all else fails, well, more pie. The small ones, hand pies, might not be that hard to make. Maybe it likes savory pies, too. Or empanadas. But hold up one second.]

What's Santa Claus?

Santa Claus is... ( he pauses, consideration crossing his face before he chuckles. )

God, I don't know the last time I had to explain Santa Claus. It's this thing they tell people where I'm from about this man who lives in a specific place on Earth and on one day a year, he brings presents to people. He's not real.

( just to make that clear. ) He supposedly has an army of elves and gets around via a sled and reindeer.

[Even without the alcohol, that concept would sound pretty funny. It's even better with a drink in him, and he chuckles.

He's heard of stranger things at home that were absolutely real, but he'll take this for the joke it seems intended to be.]

Funny. Better than what I was told as a kid. Monsters coming in the night to eat us if we didn't do as our elders said, that sort of thing.

[Turns out there was some truth to the existence of those so-called monsters, like most of his people's stories, but he'll laugh it off for now. The D clan are all right by him anyway.]

Damn, man.

( that's disturbing. effective but disturbing. )

Guessing those monsters didn't give you good stuff if you listened and behaved?

[They were told they were gods. The divine people who had created the world in ways that suited them best. All they had to do if they wanted gifts was to ask. He remembers it very faintly, how he was sometimes jealous of the other children, thought his parents to be less generous than theirs. How his brother yelled and screamed and threatened until he got what he was entitled to. It's for the best that those days were brief and that his memory of them is faint, even though things turned out the way they did.

Of course, none of the grim thoughts that center around his childhood are reflected on his face or in his voice. He's had so many years of practice at hiding it all.]

No, but we had other stories for those kinds of things. I suppose every world might. So your Santa has reindeer and... What was that you said? "Elves?" I don't know that word.

They are...men and women who are small in stature who make all the toys that Santa brings to people.

( trying to be politically correct here. )

Basically, Santa's employees.

Oh. Huh. I've heard there's an island in my world with a small race like that. We call them dwarves, though.

[Speaking of horrific childhood stories, because who doesn't love being told as a kid that his family historically enslaved those people hundreds of years ago? Nothing like wealth and prosperity built on the backs of the Tontatta. Suddenly, this Santa fellow is a lot less funny in his mind, not that he lets his smile fade.]

Don't think they make toys. I don't know much about them, to be honest.

I don't think they're real either. We do have dwarves as well but they do not make toys for good little girls and boys.

( what a poe. )

I think a man like that might have existed at one point in history but there's nothing like that now. It's a nice story to tell kids and they get excited by it but eventually, they grow out of it.

Yeah, that's how those old myths and legends tend to start, I guess. Old man gives out toys to kids in one village and the next thing you know, he's apparently sledding all over the world with elves and deer.

[It's cute, though. He can see the appeal for children.]

You ever run into something like that where you thought it was just a story, and then it turns out it was real?

Oh, plenty of times. Most of the time, the stories are something out of a nightmare, meant to scare people and then you find out they're true and...

( he shrugs. )

And then you realize the world is a lot more worse than you originally thought.

Sorry to hear that.

[Because he knows examples just like it, things that shouldn't be real but are, and turn out to be purely awful.]

Still, there are a lot of people here from Earth who seemed to have get by all right. Smart, talented people. I guess sometimes the dark parts of the world are good at hiding themselves.

I can agree with that. The dark parts are the world are good at convincing you they don't exist until you least expect it.

( when you're lulled into a false sense of security and your guard is down and something happens. )

Guess it's good to have a plan for those instances.

And being here sure puts that ability to the test. We're surrounded by it - not just literal darkness.

[The constant threat of death by reset, by spirits just being spirits, by accident or somehow least likely by their fellow residents. They're lucky to have a group of people that hasn't gone the way of some of the others. Has there even been a single murder? He would have heard about it, surely.]

But I just spent weeks thinking about how we could have planned better. Not interested in rehashing it all right now. Pretty sure that's a good way to go insane.

That's...a good point. Let's not think about that now. I came here specifically not to think about that. I've been trying not to think about anything.

( it wasn't working very well which is why he's going for the booze. )

Let's not think anymore. No more business talk. We're off duty.

That we are. I went three years without a break before I got here. Almost four, actually. It's about time I let myself have one.

[So here's a drink to that. He's bad at letting himself rest and he knows it but he really, really needs to just give in.]

Cheers to that.

( he raises his glass and then knocks it back. )

Time to not think of anything but booze for at least an hour.

An hour of freedom, then.

[What he wouldn't do for more, but he'll take what he can get.]

Know any good two-person drinking games?

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