logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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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I don't know about that. We know more about what some of the spirits are capable of, we've learned we need to always be ready for violence and to defend each other, and by the sound of things, we might have gotten something from those dreams if they're not all nonsense.

[He sighs, then pulls out his tablet to make some quick notes. Might as well keep track of who's had dreams and what they were. Monsters in the mines? Sure. Who knows what it means.]

What did you make out from the dreams? I'm not sure the one I had was very useful at all. Well, unless it's forewarning the grasshopper things that eat you. Which-- in that case, I haven't figured out how to fight it. If you see a giant grasshopper, run.

[ Yeah, hence he doesn't believe the dreams are a worthwhile pursuit. No one's told them yet that someone got to go to the portal location.

He'd be much more amenable if he knew. ]

But I suppose you're right. I should get to the armory sometime and pick out a sword. Just in case.

It tells us there might be mining tunnels somewhere. We could use them to get around to wherever they go without wandering in the woods. Just have to avoid the wildlife.

[Apparently. It's a shame Aziraphale wasn't able to get a sense of how to get into the mines, though. Where might an entrance be?]

Other than that, I've heard from a few people all saying they saw Beacon as it was in the light, right before the end. Daylight even saw what might have been the last day. There was a World Eater walking toward the city.

Perhaps, but it's dangerous to go down to the mines. And it was very tight-- I could barely fit in some parts.

And it's not like they're abandoned either. I think I'd rather face the wildlife than that giant grasshopper creature.

[ A pause. ]

Daylight saw a World Eater?

--And they've already been to this planet? Why would they return?

[He'd meant this grasshopper was the wildlife, in his usual dry humor used when not trying to entertain children with more obvious silliness, but - sure. It's a good point about them being tight. Probably rules out any trips down there for himself. But there are people here smaller than either of them.]

They've come by at least twice that we know of. Once when this place went dark, if Daylight's dream is more than just a dream. And then a second time, which is where the only image we have of them comes from, the one Doctor Ingram put on the network months ago. I guess as long as there's light and life here, they must come by to check it out. That's why the resets happen.

--There's an image of one?

Do you still have it, Rosinante?

[ He apparently missed this post because he hasn't ever seen it, and he looks surprised that it's not more common information. ]

Sure.

[There are many advantages to being a hoarder of information. Unlike other things people are greedy over, knowledge can be shared a little more readily if it suits him to do so. Here in Beacon, more often than at home, it does. They're all in this together after all.

He sorts through files on his tablet with a fingertip until he finds the photo he'd saved back then, opens it up, and hands the tablet over.]

Supposedly the damn things are enormous. Taller than buildings. Hard to see scale in that picture, though.

Yes, that is quite hard to see from this. But you know, most of us are quite small. The size is not what bothers me. It seems to be... organic, as a creature.

[ He seems comforted by being able to see a picture of it. ]

I wonder how it came to take over such things as planets. As large as they might be, this planet is much larger.

Maybe it's just something about what they are to begin with. I know we don't know anything at all about them, but you're right. They look just like creatures, and maybe it's simply their nature to eat light and life and don't think anything of doing it.

[No fancy magic, no foreign technology - perhaps they're just things that do what they were born to do. That's the theory he's going with anyway, until they get more information. It's both comforting and frightening to him. There's no evil intent behind any of it, but instead just... nothing. The stars are going out because of creatures mindlessly feeding on them the way cattle feed on grass.]

They eat light to live... Hmm. I wonder if we can just create light for them to eat instead.

[ And maybe they can just leave them and all other worlds alone, feeding on this farmed light instead. That's worth a shot, right? ]

I don't know if all this speculation is getting us anywhere.

[Creating enough suns' worth of light to sustain them sounds like a hell of a challenge, but he's not about to just go shutting down everyone's ideas. You never know, right?]

I hear you. I usually hate speculating too. But this is more like brainstorming. Everything that past groups have tried has failed. You can't hide from them, you can't walk up to one with a gun or a sword and kill them. We'll have to be creative, and that's where brainstorming might actually help. Of course... Then we have to go and test it out.

[Which he's not really looking forward to doing just yet. They're not ready, but they won't know if they're ready until they succeed or fail.]

Yes. But that might mean we have to draw them closer as we create the light.

But there must be a limit.

[ Perhaps if he prays hard enough, he'll get the full extent of his power back, and he'll be able to ask Crowley how he'd made the stars in the sky. And Aziraphale can make stars for the world-eaters to eat, and everyone else can escape. ]

How many disappeared this month? Stars, I mean.

Can't say. It's been too consistently cloudy. But you can fly, right? Have you tried going above the clouds?

[Surely just going straight up isn't as lethal as flying out over the lake, or toward the lighthouse.]

No. I could try. Maybe on a very cloudy day.

I'd like to be able to shed this form. Up there, when no one can see.

[ Yes he knows this is cryptic-sounding, sorry Rosi. ]

[The fuck does that mean, dude?]

I... take it you mean more than just spreading your wings. You don't usually look like this?

Oh no, I do usually look like this!

[ He says, casually, distractedly. ]

Or I have for the last six thousand years, you know, but. This is merely a body for my soul. If I were to look as how I am without this, it would drive the humans mad, you see, so it's considered very rude to not have a human form.

[ Well, that was a lot of information that Rosi probably did not need. ]

I prefer to look like this, actually. It's neat, and very small, easy to maintain. Tidy. And much easier to speak to everyone.

[Driving people mad is pretty rude, to say the least. He's not really sure what to make of all this, but he nods along, while failing to picture what kind of sight might actually cause spontaneous insanity.]

So your other form is much less small, and much less tidy, I take it.

[Whatever that means? No he's trying to understand, but this is a new one for him.]

Yes, it's very hard to explain. But I can't show you, either.

Just in case.

[ He won't put Rosinante in danger like that. ]

And-- well, I'm not limited to a size. That's a very human concept.

But anyway, the point is. Yes, I'll try to see if I can fly above the clouds.

[Understandable and appreciated. He has enough problems without adding insanity to the list.]

Thanks, and good luck.

[With more than just the flight. Waiting in the church is unpleasant, bittersweet stuff. He stands, figuring it's time to take his leave.]

Oh, yes. Thank you, Rosinante.

I hope that I'll be back soon, but you are welcome to bring anyone else by as well. For healing.

[ Or company. He'd like some company. ]

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