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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Good! But I'm still sorry that you got hurt. It's not fun getting hurt. It's really sad and scary.

[And, it hurts, obviously. Mary hesitates, thinking.]

Thank you for helping keep us all safe.

[Hurting isn't really something that registers much with the Soldier, to be honest. They're low-level hurting almost all the time, thanks to the damn metal arm. But not adding to it is probably good, too.

They say, solemnly,]

You're welcome.

[Then, after a pause, add,]

It wasn't that bad. It's the first time I really felt useful, here.

...you don't have to do that much to be useful.

[But it makes her think of their last, er, conversation. That was such a long time ago, now, it feels like, and she was so away from herself.]

Soldat? Did I say something mean to you once?

No, Mary. All you said was the truth.

[They don't hold it against her. It's not like they didn't kind of prime her for that kind of a response, anyway. It was sad, but it wasn't wrong.]

Sometimes the truth isn't very nice. I wasn't being very nice. I'm sorry.

[And she only said it as a projection of how she feels about herself, but how could he know that? And how could she possibly tell him? It's getting easier to trust these people, especially the broken ones, the strange ones, the inhuman. But there's still that fear of rejection that keeps her often times more quiet than she knees to be.]

You were hallucinating and afraid. It's all right.

[They give her shoulders across their shoulder a little pat with the metal hand.]

You called yourself the same thing. Did you. Mean that about yourself, too?

...yeah.

[She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, but this time, it's not because she's tired.]

Someone made me, too. So I'm different from other people. But you don't mind it if I'm different, do you?

Why would I mind. You're you. And I like you. I don't care where you came from.

[He'd be a huge hypocrite if he cared about that sort of thing, anyway.]

Some people mind.

[She's never sure.]

And some people hurt what they don't understand. That's why I don't like to talk about it. Sometimes I act strangely, though...I don't mean to.

So do I. Acting like people is hard sometimes. I won't hold it against you if you trip up sometimes. If you don't hold it against me when I trip up, too.

[They use the arm holding her up to pat her shoulder gently.]

And I will never hurt you if I have a choice about it. Definitely not for being different.

[His response causes Mary to go quiet. It's a good answer--one that fills her with a sense of peace. That's a sensation that doesn't come around very often between the warring impulses of mania. After a moment, she leans over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.]

Okay. I'll always forgive you.

[Aw, Mary. The Soldier is sure they don't actually deserve that. To always be forgiven? No, definitely not. They duck their head a little, though hiding in their hair is harder when she's draped over their shoulder and can just look up.]

Thank you, Mary.

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