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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No, she doesn't choose. They - she and Rastus, I mean, and a few others somewhere out there in the stars - they get the portal oriented to different worlds so we get supplies every month, and my guess is that it might influence who gets brought in here at the same time, but we don't really know, including Robin.

[He sees Duster struggling with the tablet, though, and reaches over to point him to the contacts list for everyone who's signed up onto the network.]

Can find her here if you want to message her yourself. She loves to talk, just manages not to say much. And from what she's told us, she took over from the last Keeper probably voluntarily. Someone had to do it. She's been there for around twenty years now.

Supplies...that could be helpful.

[Maybe they can ask Robing.]

Who else is here from before? They can help, too.

Before what, my group? Other than Robin and Rastus, it's just Doctor Ingram. And a few others Robin keeps cryptically mentioning but refuses to tell us more about. Well, and the spirits, I suppose.

[Hopefully they can make better use of those spirits, speaking of help. Still very much a work in progress, though, and he's not the best for the job. But enough others have begun talking about it that he's sure something will come of their work with the spirits' language before too long. Hopefully before the next attack.]

Anyway, other than the ones we don't know about, the rest are all helpful in their own ways. Just depends on what you need.

[And that's that, he supposes. A mysterious world, slightly smaller than his own, and there's a limited amount of time to save it. He'd just finished his latest attempt, and now this?

His sigh is the only indicator of his low mood.]

I'll help. At the very least, I want to help this world.

I appreciate that. I think most of us do, but sometimes I run into new arrivals determined to find a way home again, or to ignore the whole thing and, mm, sit and play with the tablets, I suppose.

[Or however people choose to find entertainment here - drinking, music, hobbies, socializing. It's just hard for him to imagine wanting that and nothing else in such a grim set of surroundings. Who wouldn't want to bring light and life back? This darkness is no way to live.]

What did you do at home? Any specialties or skills that you can contribute?

I guess if they have a place to return to, they'd try to avoid completely dying.

[But this is his reward for his entire journey? He'd much rather push onwards.]

I was a thief. Then I was a musician. So I've been doing both for the past few years.

[Seems a little late to avoid completely dying, in his opinion, but having occasionally heard of people coming from worlds where resurrection is already something real, perhaps they have their reasons at times.

He looks a little unimpressed at Duster's criminal background, but only briefly.]

I'm sure you'll find there's no point in stealing here, but those kinds of skills have their uses. Music, though, is in short supply. We could do with more of it.

[He shrugs. There wasn't much to steal in Tazmily, and considering that his role was prescribed to him, it felt more of a title than a description. Not that he knew that he was cast into the role of a noble thief until just a few days before he died.]

I still have my Thief Tools in case we run into trouble. [He picks up a mask to make his point.] I couldn't carry my bass with me everywhere.

[Cool mask, dude, but what.]

What does that mask have to do with theft?

[Other than making the bearer of said mask pretty readily identifiable by anyone who sees it later? Most bandits tend to go for something lower-key.]

It scares enemies and makes them to afraid to attack as hard as they could.

[Lowering OFFENSE, if you will.]

This saved my life a lot when I was alone.

Huh. Well, I've heard of stranger things.

[That mask looks like it's about to be a coveted item by some of the spirits, if he had to guess, but maybe that's fine? A distraction of sorts? So long as they don't take Duster's head off trying to get at it.]

I'm sure there's more I should tell you, but it might be too much to take in all at once. If you find time, go swing by the town hall. Elden, mm, he's not here anymore, but we keep adding to the books he started. Should be all kinds of information and personal experiences written in there to help with this place, if you prefer that to asking around. It's an interesting read. Might answer a few things you wouldn't think to ask in the first place.

...Books do sound like a more convenient way to remember things. [This village has so many resources. How do they get all of this?] I'm not too good at figuring things out, but I'll try to understand what's happening.

[It's not like he's being told to help without an explanation. Though he wishes he was told how to help in less vague terms.]

I'm Duster, by the way.

Nice to meet you.

[He'd almost asked, earlier, when he introduced himself and got no name in response, and then sort of forgot as he carried on. So hey, good that's been fixed.]

Have a look around, meet people, see what it's like. Try to stay warm, I guess. If you end up with more questions, you can message me on the tablet, or just ask someone where I am.

[He's tall. Stands out. And town isn't that big.]

[He looks up at his tall companion. Yeah, tall people are living signals.]

It shouldn't take too long to find you. Might be tricky with how dark it is, but I'm used to being awake at night.

[He'll tuck in the remainder of his Thief Tools - some small things hidden in his palm, but he also has some sort of feather duster and...giant staples?]

[Yeah, he'll just not ask about those right now. You do you, man. Clearly being a thief in his world is something wildly different from the sorts of lowlife criminals Rosinante is used to.

Rosinante stands. Nobody has arrived in the church that he was looking for. May as well head out for now and keep tabs on who reappears and who doesn't.]

Good luck. I'll see you around.

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