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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[Mary could say that she's friends with everyone and she'd never, ever, take advantage of them. Because she loves them oh-so-much, of course. But that's not what Mary says. Instead, she nods.]

Yep! I'm the boss!

( it's fine, kid, she appreciates the honesty. don't mess around with this one, she's 9 and already got an entire town at her beck and call. carmilla smiles, a rare expression on her usually dour face. nobody point it out, she'd probably strain a facial muscle trying to overcompensate. )

I don't doubt it. Good, that's less depressing.

( she's absolved of feeling bad about this now. phew, that was a close one. )

Got a name, boss, or do you like to keep it to titles only?

You can call me Mary!

[She laughs, because it would be fun to be called Princess all the time, but then even she would probably get tired of it.]

What's your name?

( yeah, it gets old. she hasn't been referred to by a title since the 1600s, but she still got tired of it after awhile. which is why you'd think she'd refer to people by their name, once she has them. you'd think, and you'd also be wrong.

Mary, huh? a little biblical for her tastes. )

A pleasure then, cutie. I'll make sure to stay on your good side.

I think you'll do a good job.

[Because she's very pretty, and very funny, too!]

But your name, what's your name?

( that's clearly an affirmation from someone who has know idea what Carmilla is like, and her talent for pissing off pretty much everyone she knows. )

Carmilla. ( she's been going by that for a few decades now, even if it isn't her actual name. all the letters are present and accounted for, anyway! ) So, Mary, what do people do for fun around here? Gotta tell you, this place has been a huge bummer so far.

( the last guy she talked to said she should try working construction or helping others. gross. hopefully the kid has better ideas. )

Carmilla...that's a really pretty name. I like it!

[It's not as boring as Mary. But Mary's the name she has, so there's not much to be done about it.]

I like to draw pictures for fun. Sometimes, we play big games, or have parties...and we go exploring in the forest to find treasures!

( well, she could always just go by different anagrams if she wanted, that's what Carmilla does. that said, poor little Mary doesn't have many letters to work with. Amry? Yrma? sorry girl, you gotta make do with what you've got.

parties sound like a better deal than being a guinea pig or any form of hard labor, though only barely. especially if they're kid parties, not really Carm's scene. )

Snooping around in the woods, huh? Is there anything good out there?

Hmmm...I think so! But it depends on what you like, I guess.

[Like, she's very excited about ice cream, but that's not true of everybody here.]

There's a park, and a library, and a place full of weapons...

( she likes philosophy, girls, and not having to do any hard labor. is there any of that out there? ? ?? )

Tell me more about the weapons, cutie.

( she'd like one that didn't kill her for clipping people. )

I have to sneak around when I want to play with them, because everyone tells me it's too dangerous.

[No one can stop her from playing with knives. She's a rebel.]

But they're there for everybody, I think!

Spoilsports.

( is... . . . is she really condemning responsible people for wanting a child to not play with knives ? ? ? ? is that really what's happening? ?? ??? ? )

I'll check it out, cutie. Thanks. ( she drops her cooler of blood by the entry to the overcrowded inn they've managed to reach in record time. she takes a seat on top of it to catch her nonexistent breath, and holds her hand out for her stupid gold sword. ) And thanks for carrying my sharp paperweight around. Maybe you can show me this armory sometime, huh?

( as if to pad out an incentive, she adds, ) I don't care if you like to play with knives. Maybe I can even teach you my favorite game. ( which is 5 Finger Fillet. please stop these two from hanging out, one of the responsible people mentioned earlier!! ! )

Really?

[Her eyes light up. She never expected, at this point, to meet someone who would encourage this behavior. Vanitas, of course, doesn't count, because when they play they play for keeps. Mary hands back the sword, bouncing on her toes.]

That would make me so happy!

( Mary, that's probably because Beacon has plenty of people that are sensible about small children and knives. Carmilla realistically knows better but look, the kid's already dead. what's she gonna do, die more? who cares. )

As long as I'm not on the pointy end of it, sure.

( she's never been too fond of being stabbed. she accepts the sword with a ghost of a smile. )

I'll see you around, boss. ( which is a gentle indication Mary can go about her business of running the town, as Carmilla is going to sit here and figure out her next move. which happens to be forcing herself into the same recently emptied room as Cheryl Blossom, so wish her luck, basically. )

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