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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We've got to stop meeting like this. [ Ellever's smile is only strained because of the stinging in her arms. It's nice to see her again. ] Are you sure? I can handle it...

[ She'll relinquish the antiseptic, though, without too much more fuss, because it is a touch awkward in places and Ellever wants to avoid infection as much as possible. That's not a pleasant way to die. She'd prefer having been clawed to death instead. ]

How're you doing?

[ dana's own smile turns a little warmer at her joke, though it's tinged with a hint of concern. she takes the tube and settles in a seat behind her, only avoiding her question for a moment. ]

I'm all right. Still trying to gain my bearings. Trying to make myself useful helps.

[ with that, she stats examining what she can of the wounds that are exposed by the light of the fire. they look painful, but not like they're already infected. ]

Nothing looks too bad here, aside from the fact that you're scratched up in the first place. [ she looks up, canting her head to the side in an attempt to look at what she can see of ellever's profile. ] How are you? Are you experiencing any symptoms of infection? Fever, increased pain, discolored fluids, anything like that?

[ She nods, understanding that all too well. She'd thrown herself into defending the dreamers so voraciously that at times she'd been in danger of losing control of herself. But she'd come back from the precipice, every time; she was seasoned at it now. ]

It's hard to find bearings around here. [ Ellever shrugs. ] I got a little warm for a few days but it cleared up. Now it just kind of burns whenever I move around a lot. I'm hoping the disinfectant will help with that.

[ Being injured is new to her, but she holds back on saying that. That's a rabbit hole of "well, see, there was a prophecy that nothing would be able to hurt me until..." ]

It's kind of on me, I guess. I was stabbing spirits. But just the ones going after other people. Or me. I hope you managed not to attract their interest?

You're not wrong about that.

[ finding bearings, that is. fortunately dana is used to learning things on the fly, and even more fortunately the amount of things that have happened since her arrival have distracted her from how utterly unfair their circumstances are, especially given how she'd died after so many times beating it.

she frowns when she mentions the warmth, that could have been a fever which is a definite sign of infection. but that she's applying antiseptic now, that they look okay, and that she only mentions them burning when she moves is more promising. she wishes they had access to antibiotics here, but ellever doesn't sound as if she's in need of them anyway. ]

I didn't, but that was because I mostly stuck inside tending to the people that did. [ she smiles lightly at the woman again. ] Stabbing them, huh?

I know they appreciated— [ Ellever pauses as one of the cuts on the back of her right arm stings a lot more than the others when Scully helps her with it. She lets out a quiet sigh. ] —that you were around.

[ She hadn't taken great care of herself, but after her talking-to by the sweet guy with the metal arm, she'd at least eaten normally instead of trying to make the food stretch more. Baby steps. Taking care of yourself is a lot rougher without 7/11, she finds. It's like permanently camping, just with actual buildings. And thankfully those buildings have heat. ]

Yeah, er. Someone gave me a knife to defend people with. It meant I got hit a lot, but I was pretty effective, I guess. [ A slight shrug. She'd had some help, too, so she hadn't had to resort to using her abilities. ] I miss my gun. Never thought I'd say that.

I'm just glad there was something I could do.

[ dana nods, understanding the sentiment. she's glad to still have hers, although she'd learned pretty quickly that it wasn't going to do her much good against the spirits. hence why she'd mainly stuck inside, tending to those who had and the ones who'd been sleeping.

her reaction is noted, and dana pauses in her efforts for a moment to take a closer look at the wound that's bothering her. it doesn't look terrible, but she still frowns at it before carefully adding a bit more of the antiseptic to it. ]

You've been washing these when you can too, right?

[ She glances back at Dana, as best she can. ]

Oh, yeah. All the time. But, uh. I'm sure you can see that some of them are a little deeper than the others.

[ The wildly flailing claws of the green spirits had been less occupied with accuracy and more occupied with just getting a hit in to slow her down. Pain drags you down, makes it easier for your opponent to get a better mark in. Unfortunately for them, pain for Ellever is an unpleasant reminder of the foretold end of a prophecy; it just makes her want to fight, and snarl, more. ]

And the, um. Skin got tangled with a couple, but that's healed. Mostly. You sure you don't mind doing this? I wouldn't want to make you work in the afterlife. [ A pause. ] Or whatever this place is.

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