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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Perhaps. I wouldn't recommend it, however.

[There's a large scar running down her face, over her throat; her left eyes is covered by a patch, and she taps it gently.]

They killed a great many of us, and injured the rest. They may not react well to you.

You are human.

[It's just saying. This logic makes perfect sense to it, but it is going to remember this when it approaches them.] Perhaps they are simply uncomfortable around humans. And if they are not- if it is truly all of us they react poorly to, then I am more than a match for their powers.

Are you?

[She tips her head, studying it. Strong legs, and three fingers doesn't mean it can't grip-- and obviously there's the intelligence, but let's take one impossible thing at a time, shall we?]

You sound confident. Are you foolhardy or battleworn?

[A deep chuckle reverberates in her mind.]

I was created to be unmatched. It is simply fact. [It pauses, looking almost disdainful.] Though this place restricts my powers, be it the nature of this world, the lighthouse keeper, or the spirits. Be that as it may, I will not assume my will can be bested so easily. I will simply have to push to see what powers this place allows me to wield effectively.

Not the lighthouse keeper.

[It's a simple correction, but Robin, for all it would be easy to scapegoat her, isn't the source of their problems.]

What powers, specifically, were you granted?

[That sounds better than given, and might make this creature more inclined to answer.]

[The word choice seems to amuse it, the tiniest of smiles pulling at the edge of its straight line of a mouth. It holds up a hand and a crackling ball of black energy forms. As it tightens its large digits into an approximation of a fist, the ball gets more concentrated, sparks more, and makes the air around them a little more tense.

This would be the part where Mewtwo would fling it into a tree or a wall, but Beacon is such a small place that it feels like it would be a bad idea. Destruction sends a message, but it doesn't have a reason to present such a message. It lets the Shadow Ball fade out.]

Psychic abilities. At my full power, I could raze this place to the ground, if I chose to.

[That's just a fact.]

But I very much doubt you're at full power.

[No one is, or so it seems. She risks another step forward, encouraged by that proud smile.]

My name is Madam Lutece. And yours?

[Don't @ it, Rosalind. It's sensitive about this. And it lets it's non-answer speak for it, rather than admit, once more, that it is weakened significantly here.]

I am called Mewtwo. [Not precisely its choice in name, but it's what it's used to.]

And was there a Mewone?

[Or possibly just Mew, she considers, but what an odd name.]

Just Mew.

[At least it can say Mew's name without that usual hint of distaste. It and its progenitor have something of an understanding now, but they're not friends by any means.]

Scientists believed they could make an enhanced copy of it, surpassing even its power, and in their attempts, they made me.

And can you?

[Not that it matters, but she might as well know. It's a slightly insensitive question, but whatever.]

We are no better or no worse than one another, and attempting to prove otherwise is pointless.

[A very important lesson hard-won by horrible battling.]

[She actually glances over at him.]

Sorry, is that your opinion, or an opinion foisted upon you?

It is a fact. I forced clones and their originals to fight one another to prove who is superior and neither side proved victorious. It was only a painful, pointless fight.

[Good thing Mewtwo has no problem dropping all of its baggage on people.]

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