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, that makes sense, too. Even if the Soldier is addicted to getting purposes from people, because being without purpose is pretty much the worst thing ever, that's not for everybody. They don't judge. (Much, anyway. Just not right here and now. It's not like we know why they don't want to help.)

So they offers,]

You don't have to help if you don't want to. Most of us do. But not everyone.

[There's a circular argument to be made here about well it might help, but ONLY BECAUSE IT CHOOSES TO, but mercifully Mewtwo isn't that dedicated to defending its point. It's just glad to not have it challenged for once.]

Do you choose to help?

Of course. As much as I can.

[What else are they gonna do. Sit around and watch people get killed? Stand around doing literally nothing, because there's nothing they can think of to do besides help?]

I'm not always very good at it. But I can do some things.

I have done what I felt would keep myself and those I would protect safe, and little else. And I do not even know where to begin trusting these people, much less helping them.

[This is not anyone's problem but it's own, but it sure does love making Deep Statements Out Loud.

You don't need to trust people to help. I don't.

[They shrug a little.]

I usually just ask. Though I'm not sure what I'm doing about the World Eaters. Maybe nothing. Not really in my skillset unless bullets work against them.

If they would show themselves, I would challenge them. I'm certain they would find me a difficult opponent.

[Ignoring that its powers are diminished to a ridiculous degree here. This is no place for that kind of logic.]

But until they appear, I am left with very little else to do. Boredom, I suppose, is something of a motivation in getting involved, especially if one can do so without trust.

I understand.

[And they absolutely do. It's hard to find things to do around here, sometimes, without jobs to do. Without a proper mission.]

That's why I ask people. Others are better at coming up with tasks than I am. What are you good at?

[Blowing... shit... up.]

I was created to be the strongest Pokemon in existence. Before coming here, my power was limitless. There was little I could not do. Here I am uncertain about my limits, only that I know I am inhibited.

[Oh hey, they have something in common! The Soldier is pretty good at blowing shit up, too. Or making heads explode from high-caliber rifle shot. Or just killing in general.]

Most people are inhibited here, at least a little. Something about being dead. Maybe. Or the nature of the place. My strength doesn't appear to be affected. But my healing factor is.

Your healing factor?

[Mewtwo's tail shifts, the lantern tied to it shaking and creaking with the movement. It will always be naturally curious, and it will always ask probing questions. What is social propriety?]

Do you, a human, have abilities like a Pokemon?

Don't know how human I am anymore.

[And it's only several months of this place that lets the Soldier include the "anymore".]

I'm stronger, faster, my aim is better, I have more endurance. I heal more quickly. And I have this.

[They lift the metal hand, and pull up the sleeves of the two layers of jacket to show off more of the metal plating.]

I was made into a weapon.

[Mewtwo goes eerily silent and still, processing this. It has seen firsthand human cruelty to Pokemon, but never to their own. How odd to turn another human to be used as a Pokemon would be in the hands of someone like Giovanni.

Bemused, it speaks again:]

How strange to have something in common with someone who appears so human.

Yeah. Humans can be assholes.

[Said just a little bit bitterly. A little bit. They pull their sleeves down again, cock their head at MewTwo with a little frown, and ask,]

Are you a weapon too?

I was created to be.

[This shouldn't be such a candid conversation, and yet Mewtwo reacts to it as though it were noon tea politics.]

But I turned against my creators. I stand free of them and their oppression. I am my own being now.

[Look, that is exactly how the Soldier handles this kind of conversation. That MewTwo is the same way just makes it all easier. Not having someone acting weird and sympathetic and like there's something wrong with them is a nice change.]

Good. I'm glad you got free. I never knew that I could, until I died and came here.

[They shake their head a bit, looking down at their metal hand.]

Still dealing with programming. But it's better here.

The programming?

[Now that this conversation has begun, Mewtwo finds itself deeply curious about what a human treated like an "inferior" would have to endure and why. Is this what becomes of worlds without Pokemon?]

Protocols. Rules. Programming.

[Ironically, the Soldier hasn't had to try and explain programming much before. Most people either understand without needing to ask, or just slide right by it without wanting to know. They take a second to come up with a good way to describe it.]

I'm programmed with knowledge, skills, and specific responses. Aziraphale and Crowley call it brainwashing but programming feels more appropriate.

[The fact that no one had ever truly tried such a thing on Mewtwo successfully says a lot about its own force of will, but then again, was that not what Giovanni had tried to do with those machines? Break its will, make it malleable?

Mewtwo's expression is cold by default, but it turns downright icy as it pieces together everything. This human could have been its own fate if it hadn't died free. How strange to understand so much of a human's experience? How strange to sympathize... Or, even more, to feel disgust at the people who did this to him. These are odd feelings it cannot name, and yet they burn.]

Your will was taken from you.

That's one way to put it. And memories, too. I don't actually remember much from Before HYDRA.

[They don't seem terribly upset by this. It is what it is. Though if the people responsible were in front of them, the Soldier is still pretty sure they would shoot them in the fucking face. Okay, maybe they are a little upset by it, they're just used to keeping that from showing.]

[Mewtwo is no stranger to empathy, but feeling it for a human is a bit overwhelming. Is this what it means to relate to someone who isn't like it? It's odd.]

Then you should not let anyone else here use you as a tool.

[It's a sort of abrupt response, followed by Mewtwo, panicked by its own need to process this, taking off in flight.

It's fine. It just needs to think on this.]

[That was kinda weird. The Soldier doesn't even have time to come up with a response that isn't likely to make Mewtwo more upset before the creature is just... floating off. At high speed. That's kind of cool, actually. The flying thing.

Belatedly, the Soldier blinks tiredly, and waves a little after it.]

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