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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[Remi looks at Ambrose in surprise at the statement. He laughs, the kind of laugh that has a touch of hysteria.]

Survived, right.

[Right. Right. He sits down shakily into one of the seats.]

A drink, that sounds great. I could use a drink.

Yes, sit. Sit and stay there because you look like you're going to fall over if you don't.

( and ambrose has carried enough people in the last little while. )

You sure you don't need a bed or a doctor or something? Drink's on me.

Aren't the drinks free, anyway?

[That's not the point. Remi takes off his glasses so he can rub his eyes.]

I'm fine. I'm just a mess. I mean, right now, obviously, but that's just me. I'm a mess. Hello, good to meet you.

It's the thought that counts.

( let him have this, remi. )

Saying you're fine and then saying you're a mess is kind of contradictory. I'm Ambrose and I'm always a mess.

I've always kind of been that way. Contradictory, I mean.

[But Ambrose introduces himself and Remi can't help but smile.]

I guess we're both in good company, then, huh?

Indeed.

( and ambrose makes quick work of getting the drinks situated before saying anything else. )

So, why are you a mess anyway?

You mean...right now, or just in general?

[Taking his drink, Remi sips with a sigh. He's not a big drinker, usually, but man oh man if he hasn't needed this for ages.]

Either or?

( he shrugs. )

Both? I got time to listen.

It's not...I mean...

[He stammers, as he does. A lot. He fiddles with his glass.]

Being here's just kind of hard, that's all. Not any different from anyone else.

It is hard, you're right.

( because they're all dead and that sucks. )

What's your home like?

A lot like this, actually. Too much like this. Small town, giant forest, wickedly dangerous spirit population. Just, you know, there was a sun and everyone was alive.

[But it makes things so confusing. He feels like he's in some kind of nightmare version of his own reality. Or like he should know more about what he's doing here than he does.]

Yours?

Oh, full of witches and warlocks.

( that isn't even a lie. it might sound like one but he's being one hundred percent honest. )

Demons were more our realm, all things considered. Nasty business sometimes. Hated the ones that could go into your dreams.

Yeah?

[Remi doesn't sound like he thinks Ambrose is pulling his leg. He nods, actually.]

Witches and warlocks are pretty uncommon back home, but they're not unheard of. My girlfriend, Geneva, she's a witch. [He hesitates, corrects himself.] Was a witch.

[Sighing, he takes another drink.]

I don't really know much about demons. I've heard they're a city thing.

Demons are a demon thing. I think they go wherever they want.

( but ambrose doesn't really want to talk about his demons, real or figurative, because he's interested in this guy's story now. )

What kind of place do you come from that witches and warlocks are common and that demons have a specific place they hang out?

Erm...

[He's not too sure how to answer the question. Awkward as ever, but at least not as uncomfortable as he was before, Remi fiddles with his glasses.]

Just one of those...middle of nowhere towns. The kind where, you know, everyone knows everyone?

Uh huh. Greendale's a bit like that.

( kinda sorta. )

But it's also a town with a surprisingly high witch and warlock population. Not too many towns like that which is why I was curious.

Oh, sorry, I meant like...witches aren't really a secret, but my hometown is like, real superstitious. [Under his breath, he adds, more for himself:] And conservative.

[Remi sighs.]

So we just had the one witch. I mean, the one practicing witch anyway. You can imagine what kind of reception she got from the neighbors.

Ah. Sorry, misunderstood.

( but he tries to imagine a place with one witch and just...can't. )

So, when you say practicing, does that mean there were other witches but they were in hiding?

I think more that they either moved or rejected their heritage. Peer pressure, or what have you. But...I mean, it's possible.

[Who knows what goes on behind closed doors. Anyone can have something they're hiding. A terrible, horrible secret. He knows that well enough.]

Huh, that was almost unheard of where I'm from.

( his cousin had rejected the witch side of her for a little while but eventually, she'd done what had to be done. )

If you did that where I'm from, there were usually consequences.

Consequences?

[That sounds...frightening. The back of his neck prickles, and Remi reaches back to rub it.]

Kind of a...you're with us or you're against us mentality?

Kind of. Witches and warlocks are proud so when someone isn't proud...

( he shrugs. )

Anyway, it didn't happen that often.

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