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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[ It's fairly clear she isn't going to keep the conversation going, and no matter how insistent Vanitas can be, he's certainly had people walk off on him before. It doesn't really bother him. It's not like they can go very far in a place like this, and Vanitas just keeps circling like a shark in a small pond until he can find the right moment to strike.

Still, he hasn't completely lost interest just yet. She seems to know her way around these motorcycles, the way she's walking around and between them, looking at them and running her hands over them. Vanitas has ridden one, but that had been tandem with Bruce.

But after doing that, he can admit there's a certain appeal. He folds his arms but doesn't approach, watching her with an arched eyebrow. ]

What, like you have somewhere to be?

( well, she's not exactly going to walk out on him, he's still exactly where she wants to be, which is where the motorcycles are. that said, she might not participate in the baiting if she can help it, unless he tries to stab her or something. and even then she'll just... teleport away and come back later, she didn't sign up for an anime showdown with a teenager.

she just wants to focus more on the motorcycles, is all. she does know her way around them, though granted battery powered doesn't provide the purr she prefers. she's had a handful of them, she likes driving a little too fast and a little too risky. it's cliche to say it makes her feel alive, but it at least makes her feel a little less dead. this place isn't exactly set up for joyrides, but still, it's something interesting in a town of bleak and black. that's worth something, right? )

Oh, yeah. My dance card is totally full. Maybe next time. ( the one she's sidled up to seems like it's close to working order, though lacking in keys. if it was here to be repaired, they must be around here somewhere. so she heads behind the counter to look. ) Unless you know where the keys are. Then I can maybe open a slot.

[ Vanitas isn't in the business of helping people out. He'd actively gotten involved during the siege with the spirits and had gotten killed for his efforts. This is a far cry for the urgency of that scenario, but the fact remains that he isn't much of a cooperative person anyway. Having the idea of his worth being directly correlated to his solitude and the power he got from that is ingrained deeply into him.

That said, he's more than willing to play along if he thinks he'll get something out of it. Vanitas unfolds his arms. ]

Why would it need a key?

[ He sounds derisive, but the arch of his expression betrays that this is a serious question, and not just sarcasm. ]

Because it's way more work to hotwire it?

( has he been living under a rock, or just in some place without modern conveniences? she doesn't want to spare any energy for feeling bad for this kid, but the fact he's so sheltered doesn't exactly bode well. she's met toddlers that have a better understanding of how vehicles work. maybe he's just from a world where motorcycles didn't exist, but that's still kinda sad in its own way.

she shrugs, half-heartedly fishing through the mass of papers and parts that seem to spread endlessly over the top of it. )

This place did repairs, they'd have to collect the keys so they can start the engine. So if the bikes are still here, in theory, the keys probably are too. ( not anywhere obvious, unfortunately, like a peg board with clear labels, but apparently undeath isn't willing to do her any favors. )

[ Magic works just as well as a real key, but honestly, it's easy for Vanitas to forget that the people around him don't have access to that kind of power. Almost everyone he'd interacted with before coming here had been those only in his Master's circle of influence, and all of them had been touched by magic in some way. While he knew others existed, they simply weren't of import to him.

Not until he came here at least.

Vanitas arches an eyebrow, watching her move around the room in search of a key. He could probably help, but... instead, he puts his hand out to his side and summons his Keyblade in a flush of darkness. He's never really used it in this context before, but if someone like Riku could pull it off then there was no reason Vanitas couldn't, too.

Instead of drawing her attention from her search, he puts the weapon forward and taps the seat of the motorbike twice. ]

( nope, she doesn't have magical anime boy keyblade powers, that's a fact. she's got plenty of stupid magic abilities, but skeleton key swords is not one of them. she's rifling half-heartedly, knowing she'll need to find one to get what she wants but still being kind of pouty about it when she hears the clink.

it earns a lift of her brows. she's pretty sure neither of them want her to be beholden to this kid to start her bike, and he's probably too edgy to be down for that agreement anyway. she's still going to have to find keys sooner rather than later. that said, while curiosity was stated to kill the cat, it also brought it back. so if she entertains him, maybe she'll poof back to Silas. maybe she'll just get to see magic she's not familiar with. either way, win win. )

Well? The ignition is up front, let's see it. ( at the very least it will tell her if the bike is in working order, or if she's going to have to fix it up first. )

[ He glances at her sharply, like maybe he hadn't expected her to be looking at him instead of continuing her search.

Vanitas hasn't used his power with the Keyblade for very many things like this. Mostly, he uses it destroy. His is a weapon more than it is for other people— Masters that can use it to it's full ability, to heal, to wake sleeping hearts up, to unlock dormant worlds.

Xehanort didn't instill this sort of thing into him— some of this comes from broken memory, from a time he was whole. Some of it is intuition. Just tapping the bike should have worked, but he already knows his abilities are curtailed in this place.

He adjusts his target and taps the jagged front of the Keyblade against the metal front. The shadows seem to warp around the jagged head of the weapon, and the engine purrs to life. Since it's electric, it doesn't have the same snarl another might have. But Vanitas doesn't know that.

He smirks, self satisfied and triumphant. ]

( well, if he didn't want to show off his magic key powers, he should have waited for the nosy vampire to be somewhere else. she half expects him to refuse — he strikes her as the contrary type, that avoided doing what is asked of him on principle. what can I say, it takes one to know one.

maybe he's just as curious about the state of these poor little neglected bikes. she can't blame him, even battery powered motorcycles are by far the most interesting thing she's witnessed in town so far. which is really kind of sad, but Carmilla figures it's not on her if this place is as interesting as eating wallpaper paste.

well, there might be one other thing. the whispers of other supernaturals running around is at least mildly intriguing. intriguing enough that she watches lazily as he fiddles with the motorcycle, impeccable brows lifting when he manages to start it. )

That's a neat trick. Must be really handy when you lock your keys in your car. ( or not; if he doesn't know what a motorcycle is, what is the chance he's seen a car? god, her quips are totally lost on this kid. )

Wouldn't you like to know.

[ He knows what a car is, even if he obviously never had one and certainly didn't have need of it. Not with the way he could travel around in his own universe— but he can certainly acknowledge the appeal, especially after riding around on one of these with Riku.

He casts the Keyblade away in a whisper of darkness and drops his arm back to his side. ]

Don't expect me to do it for you whenever you please.

Wow, comeback of the century.

( the dry delivery implies a slight amount of sarcasm. she doesn't really need to know, it seems sort of self explanatory. magic key powers meant unlocking things without keys should be relatively easy. the evasiveness does little to suggest mystery, if anything it implies his powers aren't consistent. he's gotta work on his clapbacks, but hey, he's still young. there's still time. )

Obviously. That'd be more of a pain in the ass for me than it would be for you. ( she's not going to be beholden to someone else to start her motorcycle, no thanks. still, his powers are cool, and it's good to know he has them. she's mildly wondering what else her creepy little friend can get up to in the dark, but just asking him probably wouldn't get her anywhere.

so she just goes back to searching for some keys. )

[ Somehow he expected that she wouldn't keep searching, and instead go straight to the bikel; but his experience is severely colored by his small social group, and the fact that everyone he interacted with before coming here had the same powers he had, if not more so. His Master could do anything he could do and more, and the people he fought against had access to the sort of slumbering ability in Keyblades that Vanitas has a hunch he isn't able to use, since he doesn't have any light. ]

So?

[ He says, showing no sign of moving to help her keep looking, and raises his hand with an open palm toward her. ]

What will you give me in return?

( as she sees it, knowing the bike can start is only so helpful. unless she wants to leave it running until the end of time, she needs keys to be able to start it on her own. and maybe turn it off, if it doesn't putter out on its own after idling too long. so she's got keys to find, as begrudgingly as possible. and rest assured she can search very begrudgingly.

she's expecting him to ... well, she's not that worried about what he's going to get up to now, but she wasn't really expecting him to stick around. and certainly not try to extort her. she makes a face. )

What is this payment for, exactly? Starting the bike? Or finding the keys? ( she's for sure not paying for his powers flex, but if he's inclined to be helpful, she's not going to stop him from looking for the keys. ) I don't pay upfront, find some and we'll talk.

[ He cocks up an eyebrow, then smirks. One thing he's still getting used to in this place is just how unpredictable people can be. His concept of humanity had always been warped, framed in the way it had been by his Master. While the lightbearers were wildcards in their own unique ways, he always had a finger on the pulse of how they would react. He had always been able to manipulate them, in some way, in the direction he wanted.

Vanitas was too unversed in the ways of the world to be able to achieve something like that, but it doesn't stop him from trying— even if he fails most of the time. His hand drops back to his side. ]

Sorry, I don't just work for anyone.

[ Although turning on the bike might have been useful for her, it had been as much for Vanitas to test the limit of his own ability as much as anything else. He didn't know her and so far, couldn't glean that he would even get something worthwhile out of helping her. ]

You can have fun finding them in the dark on your own. I've lost interest.

[ It's flippant and mercurial, given the way he's been watching her and persisting up to this point, but that's nothing new for him. He doesn't gesture to the Unversed, but it hops off the perch it found and carries his bobbing lantern with its light toward the door, preceding Vanitas like a dim, guiding light. ]

( as predictable goes, Vanitas suggesting he'd be helpful to only turn heel and peace out seems about to be expected, considering his whole deal. it's only mildly disappointing, because it means she'll have to do something perilously close to work and on a whole, Carm is always against that.

but she hadn't been particularly reliant on him being helpful, so it's fine. )

Be careful out there in the dark, ( she sing songs after him, a wry echo his earlier sentiment, but she isn't a bump in the night he'll have to worry about. she's got some keys to find. )

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