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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[ Aziraphale looks down at his hand and then at Javert expectantly again for a long pause before he clears his throat and casually uses his hand to brush the nonexistent dirt off the front of his coat. ]

Did he now? You and the Soldier, you're friends? I'm glad to hear it.

I never said that.

( Truthfully, he doesn't know what the Soldier is to him. Not a friend, though, no. Javert doesn't feel comfortable using that term. He fumbles for a moment to think of a better one before finally settling on, )

He is an associate of mine, nothing more. Is that what you are, then? His friend?

I'd like to think so. I'm not sure what he sees me as, but I hope it's a friend.

[ He figures Javert doesn't seem like the type to confess to having many friends at all. ]

In any case, I hope he's only said good things.

[ Because he honestly can't get a read on how Bucky feels about him. ]

He said you were involved with the ferry debacle.

( He says it evenly, without accusation. Given that Aziraphale already apologized and helped rebuild the dock, Javert doesn't see the need in making fuss over it. He atoned, no one was seriously injured. It's the best he could ask for. )

He does not speak much of his personal life, nor do I care to ask.

Of course he did.

[ Also not a judgement, since he is only being honest and Aziraphale would not want him to be another way, but he also hates that this is now their ongoing legacy. ]

Well, monsieur Javert, it was nice to formally make your acquaintance.

[ Finally, since he's seen the man walking around town. ]

( Javert cannot say the same. He does his best not to let out a gruff, dismissive noise in response, and instead, levels the man with a frown. Aziraphale is insufferably kind, and it irritates him just the same as it did when Valjean was needlessly kind to him.

He points his club to the sprig of mistletoe and asks, )

Are you nearly done with your decorating, then?

[ You're a mean one, M. Javert. ]

Not quite, but I assure you that they will be down once Hanukkah and Christmas have ended.

Then you can use the space for... I don't know, recruiting posters or something.

That is unnecessary. ( He answers flatly, and then, )

I was only going to suggest that you retrieve a ladder from the general store. Then you may hang your decorations without assistance.

( He's not going to help him himself, even if Aziraphale did ask. Perhaps if they knew each other better, he would, but Javert is not needlessly kind. )

Oh yes, that's true. But I find it's nicer to decorate for the holidays with friends and family. And since most people here are lacking in their usual social circles, I was quite hoping we'd be able to do some of this as a community of expatriates.

Well, anyone who was interested in celebrating, anyway.

( Or anyone with actual social circles. Javert, himself, has never had one until came there, and so when the suggestion is made, he makes a dismissive noise at it, his arms folding across his chest. )

You are foolishly sentimental.

And you, my dear boy, are quite cynical. I do hope you find it in your heart to allow even a little fun in the upcoming holidays. I promise you that it will harm no one, especially not yourself.

[ He's already resolved to get Javert a gift. Too late Javert, he's going to show you that being kind and warm and sociable has its perks. ]

How I spend my time is none of your concern.

( He answers with a huff. He may never admit it to Aziraphale, but he is going to be persuaded to celebrate Christmas, and he is going to enjoy it. Though he is going to be quite upset with himself because of it. Before turning to leave, and allowing Aziraphale the chance to get back to decorating, he says, )

Bonsoir, monsieur.

[ Calling after him, in a thickly English accent: ]

...Bonsoir et joyeuses fêtes, monsieur Javert!

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