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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[Maes, despite appearances, is not an idiot. He may have gotten caught up in the excitement, but as he's winding down he's starting to realize that Pidge is not looking at him with relief or even recognition.

Nope, she's looking at him like he's quite possibly lost his mind or at least like he's left her in the dust. Which means...this isn't the same version of Pidge he'd met before.
His brows furrow. Luckily this was not the first time this had happened, sometimes even with Astoria. Someone would arrive at the Temple, stick around for a few months, and then the connection or whatever had brought them there would be lost (that was how She explained it) and then they'd be gone. Eventually, sometimes, they'd appear again but with no memory of their time among the Circle.

It was confusing. It was frustrating. But Maes had gotten used to it. So he's not so much surprised as he is frustrated and perhaps a little disappointed.]

I see. No, a different version maybe, but I know I've met someone who looks like you by the name of Pidge. [He'll have to prove it though.] You're still a paladin of Voltron, right? You were the one good with technology...you and Hunk.

[There's a beat, but he adds and holds out a hand.]

I'm Maes Hughes. In some version of the multiverse we met at a place called the Temple of Beginnings. You, me, some of your friends and some of mine and a lot of other people were brought there by a goddess or witch, depending on who you asked, named Astoria.

[Whether she takes the hand or not, after a moment he sits back and rubs his chin.] Although, I guess that's not the case for you, right?

( she's not quite looking at him like he's lost his mind, but more like he's a handful of steps ahead of her and ( curse her short legs ) she needs to catch up to him, and with that ever-present need to understand everything she can, she's going to hang onto his every word until it starts to make sense.

she might believe outright that he thinks he knows her, but that maybe he has her confused with someone else — but then he mentions voltron and that's the sort of thing that doesn't get brought up unless you were, you know, there, and she can't quite help the way her eyes widen a fraction.

and then he mentions hunk, and her heart aches a little, because she's realizing that she's never going to see him or the others again. it's gutwrenching in the simplest way, having just been reunited with her family only to leave them behind all over again, and this time there's no hope of getting back to them. not ever again.

she pushes all of that back down, though, squares her shoulders like she's steeling herself for something else, and listens to the rest of what's being given to her, an incredibly effective info-dump. )

I— well, yeah, we're the engineers. We kinda have to be good with tech. ( she huffs out a laugh, takes that offered hand with one of her own while the other sweeps back through her hair. ) A multiverse … does that mean there could be, like, infinite versions of me out there? ( a beat. ) Was the version of me you knew any taller …?

( important questions are being asked, here. )

It's possible, though before you I had only met the one. I'd rather not try to wrap my head around an infinite number of versions. It was difficult enough just accepting that there were other worlds out there in the first place.

[Prior to this, they had always just chalked it up to time travel or the memories from the Temple being erased. He's not sure if that's a better alternative, because who wants to think that they might have forgotten some aspect of themselves. Although, since he still has HIS memories of it here does that mean that they DON'T lose their memories of their time there after all?]

We, that is the members of the Circle, had a few theories about it...but nothing we could ever really prove.

[He smiles slightly and while he could easily answer that question with a 'no,' just by looking at her across from him, he decides to amuse himself a bit and stands up.]

I'm not sure. Stand up and let's see.

( it's an interesting thing to think about, when she does, wondering whether or not there are multiple universes, multiple versions of her and her friends and her family … like maybe there's a universe out there in which she didn't get blown up in space.

way to be morbid, pidgeon. good job.

she has a feeling that he's humoring her when he tells her to stand up — but she does, unfolding herself from a position she's been in long enough to find joints popping as she goes, and she pulls herself up to her full height. a whole four feet and eleven inches.

the sad thing is she's probably not going to get taller. if she could just get to five feet by the time she stops growing, period … well, it's not ideal, but she'll take what she can get. it's not like she really has a choice. )

Don't lie to me, okay? ( she laughs a bit under her breath, squaring her shoulders. ) I mean, it would be nice if there was some version of me that wasn't this short. But I'd bet real money that height deficiency runs all across the board.

[Maes was definitely humoring her, but he didn't see the harm in it. He had no plans in lying though. However, he does at least take his time in replying and then shakes his head.]

Sorry, afraid the height's the same with at least one version of yourself. But, on the plus side, at least you aren't the shorter version either.

[Small victories, right? He drops back into his seat again.]

Anything else you'd like to know? I'm afraid I can't tell you much about any particular differences. It's not like I got the full detailed story of what you and your friends got up to aside from fighting an evil empire using a giant transforming robot...thing.

[He'd picked up on pieces of course and the general idea of what Team Voltron was up to, but if she was wanting to know specifics about it, he couldn't say for sure.]

Everything about arriving here aside, are you settling in okay?

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

YET. SHE DOESN'T KNOW HIM YET.

I'M STILL EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT!!!!

Awww <3

a week later i'm still having feels about this, sorry i'm so slow right now though!

no worries, this past week or so has been kind of nutty for me too