INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY

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INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY
GRAVEYARD WHISTLING

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: february 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. rastus gathers the town for a debriefing meeting.
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.

•••

On February 3, after the newcomers have had a chance to settle in, everyone's tablets will ping with a message from @rastus!

Come tob onfier squae.Pl eaas , we wikll disucss our orogress sincereeluy rastuaas I am th ebonfire keeeeeeepr.

...Followed by another message a few minutes later, this time from @keeper

Omg will everyone head down to Bonfire Square for Rastus' town meeting please? He wants to recap what you've all learned so far!!!

And can someone please teach him that he can record an audio message and then send it to everyone instead of looping the whole dang town in on a group text?? 😂😂😂😂

Assuming you do indeed head down to Bonfire Square after all that, what you'll find is this: a series of benches and tables have been set up surrounding the bonfire, and there's enough seating for all of Beacon's residents. As people take their seats near the fire, the barkeeper forest spirits from the Invincible toddle through the crowd with trays of hot chocolate and warm cider, along with a sampler tray of acorns and pinecones, if that's your thing.

Once everyone's here and settled, sipping on hot drinks and maybe busting a tooth on an acorn, Rastus hobbles forward to address the crowd:

"Crrk. Hello. I am Rastus. I tend to the bonfire. I have tended to the bonfire, mrawk, for years and years. You are doing, rmmm, well. Good."

He nods to emphasize the point. Yes, you are doing good.

"Talk. To each other. Share what you have learned. Yes. Crarrk. It is important."

He nods again, and then... shuffles back over to his post near the bonfire, waiting for anyone who might come by with an interest in torches. Seems it's up to you all to get each other up to speed?

Luckily for all the newcomers who may find themselves confused by their sudden arrival here, their tablets 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! We're thrilled to welcome so many new faces into the community, and you've come at a great time! Alongside this intro log, we have our very first cat herd, which is essentially a recap of the plot thus far, as well as a rundown on a ton of great info to help get you started in the game.

But don't feel like you have to read it all right this second! ICly, Rastus will call everyone together for the town meeting on February 3 to give new characters (and players) a chance to get their bearings before smacking them in the face with all the plot. This log will cover both the ferry arrival and the cat herd meeting, so feel free to bounce around in time in your toplevels.

Remember, too, that all of the plot info available in the cat herd can now be considered common knowledge! Newbies and oldbies alike, feel free to assume that your character learns as much of that plot info as you like at this meeting, regardless of whether or not you thread it out.

And of course, go ahead and introduce yourselves on the OOC intro, as well!

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

• The monthly store restock
  
• For Sora: A gameboy(?), 3 CPR/AED kits, a dozen CPR/first aid training manuals, two packages of capiz shells, a set of candy molds, a caldero, and 3 gameboy games: 3-D World Runner, Decapathon VII, and Sheep It Up!
  
• For Crowley: A variety of clockwork equipment, a large clock face, and the goods
  
• For Jason G: 2 bulletin boards with materials for mounting, 3 packs of pushpins
  
• For Lucius: A manual sewing machine
  
• For Castiel: A dozen flasks of holy oil and a pillowcase-sized satchel of various natural spell components
  
• For Duster: A double bass, complete with a case
  
• For Prompto: A polaroid camera with enough film for 50 photos and a folding sword, which is cruder than the example he gave but roughly the same size
  
• For Aziraphale: A large crate of snowshoes, jackets, and coats in various sizes, a bottle of wine, and a bouquet of red, white, and pink roses tied together with an elegant bow
  
• For Javert: A large crate of various fencing gear and 3 fencing handbooks

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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Comments

eddie kaspbrak | it

[casts]

▮ WELCOME.

Fuck!

( said big language is currently coming from someone small by compression. eddie kaspbrak has fallen into the waters near the boat in his attempt to run off and (rudely, mind you) running into someone in the process. it doesn't help the kid is a mess. he's covered in dark muck, bloody, one arm in a cast and now freezing wet! and it is one hundred percent his fault.

he just doesn't like any of that one bit as, in his fit, he kicks at the dark water he is currently standing ankle deep in. big mood, right? )

Ah-hhhh! This is fucking stupid!!

▮ 2/3.

( all things considered, eddie hasn't been very far from richie's side since he found the other loser. it was as true in life as it has been in death... or whatever weird afterlife that they've found themselves in. and that's been true for most of his outings in and around town especially bonfire square. even now, he doesn't linger far from the door of the invincible, cradling his broken arm (ignoring the lantern at his feet) and giving a wary look over the gathering of people.

honestly, all this shit is going over his head but eddie imagines part of that reason is because he just can't focus when he's still so worried about everything from home. still so worried about the other losers that weren't here. were they lost somewhere out there in this constant darkness or worse... were they back home and now playthings for that sick clown? whatever the case, none of it was good.

and yeah, sorry, he's going to pass on any food or drink too. sorry, cute forest spirits but magical creatures really aren't in the category of 'trustworthy' for this teen. )

▮ NETWORK.

@ kaspbrak

Is there anyone here that can fix an orthopedic cast? Mine got wet and bloody and

It just needs to be fixed.

▮ WILDCARD.

( feel free to choose your own adventure! eddie will be wandering around (carefully) and available to be bumped into to as he does said wandering around. feel free to hmu through pm or on plurk at kaldwin if you're interested in a specific scenario and i'll be happy to set something up. )

I.

[patriotnow]

Eh. It is just water.

[Ashford has made it a habit now to observe when the ferry comes and when it goes. And this is what he's doing along the waterfront when he hears the ruckus of a particularly small person.

He doesn't necessarily sound all that sympathetic, however, mostly just amused.]

But.... You should probably get out of there.

[He leans to the side a bit to examine the water surface more closely]

Safer on the land.

[casts]

Like you said, Sherlock. It's just water. What's the worst that could happen? I catch my fucking death? Shit outta luck there since I already bit it in a bunch of Derry gray water.

( not only is eddie small but he's manic mess of a teen too. it's not everyday you find yourself dead, separated from your friends and in some fucking strange afterlife but here we are and eds is none to pleased by this turn of events. )

[patriotnow]

Yeah well, it is not the water itself that will kill you.

[He raises his hands, palms up]

But if you prefer to stay there....

2/3

[sublimebeast]

[Link notices the boy and quietly makes his way over to him. He leans against the wall close by.]

A lot to take in, isn't it?

[casts]

( eddie is still unsure of the other people here and it likely shows in his stance. he locks up like a feral kitten ready to run but manages to keep his spot, nudging his lantern with his foot and nodding numbly. )

Uh-huh. That's a word for it, I guess.

[sublimebeast]

It's okay to take it in just a bit at a time. I'm still getting used to it myself.

[His eyes drift towards the direction of the Bonfire.]

The good news is we're all in this together. Figuring things out.

2/3

[trashmouthed]

[Darkness wasn't what Richie had ever been afraid of, but darkness went hand in hand with IT. Even after a month of being here, he still woke up in the dead of night with his mind playing tricks on him. Yellow eyes, and Pennywise in the corner of one room, growing larger and larger with each passing moment panic setting in and staying when he finds his glasses and realizes it's only his armoire or something different.

That adrenaline didn't go away, and nightmares turned into sleepless nights all too often. Most of the time Richie stays in the invincible. It's easier than going out and socializing with people he doesn't care about.

Tonight finds him antsy and he leaves him room freshly washed, with his glasses still sort of fogged from his bath. His hair is only half dry and he drips a little while walking past Eddie, it's not until the light from his lantern catches him that he notices he's there.]

Eddie?

[casts]

( darkness had never been one of eddie's fears either but there was something about this darkness that strikes a lingering sense of fear in his veins. he still can't help worrying that maybe the others were somewhere out there in it or maybe IT was out there just lurking, waiting, growing until the perfect moment showed itself to come and finish them off.

he's still crouched near the doorway into the invincible, staring at all the gathered parties when someone exits the building and he looks up with some surprise to see richie. he blinks once and then twice, gaze flickering back to the crowd. )

Hey, Rich. Thought you already passed out.

[trashmouthed]

What're you doing out here alone? I thought we agreed we were gonna look out for each other.

[Instead of sounding upset, Richie sounds and visibly looks tired. The hardest part of the darkness is not knowing what time it is. The hours stretch on and they make you think it's been longer than it has been.

He did get some sleep, how much he didn't know. These days it's little increments at a time. Enough to make him more wild-eyed than ever before, his hair sticking out at weird angles to make up for the slow growth since he'd been stuck in town.]

@elvira

[vampirella]

that sounds like a fun story.

think there's some redhead doctor lady, but, i don't know if she's got the supplies for a cast. i'd ask her.

[casts]

It's not, it sucks and this sucks

Redhead doctor lady, yeah, okay

I guess someone would respond if I asked

[vampirella]

well, no arguments there. i already notice it sucks here and none of my limbs are presently broken, knock on wood

you could probably make do with an actual bandage, wound tight enough. worth a shot if you don't have any better options.

welcome

[savingthrows]

[ The girl that stops and looks at Eddie isn't much older than him. 14 in fact, though on the taller side for her age. Her hair, though, is cropped quite short. Recent events have not been kind to her. She tries to hide the fact under the hood of her beige and red peacoat.

There are bunny patches sown onto the pockets.

At Eddie's explamation she nods with the sage wisdom of a teenager. ]

Yes. Everything here is... very stupid.

[ The words come a little slow, a little stilted, as if they don't come as easy as they should. ]

[casts]

( there's something calming in this stranger being his age or, at least, appearing to be the same age as him. after everything that's happened in derry, it has left him with little trust (or hope) in adults so this might actually be a good thing.

besides, in a way, he can't being reminded of bev. )

Yeah, well, at least I'm used to that. Everything back home was stupid too and now I'm dead because of all that stupid shit.

2/3

[withsadness]

[Seeing someone even remotely close to her own age is always exciting for Mary. She knows she should be better about sympathy, of course, but it's a work in progress. All she knows now is that when she sees a boy at the Invincible's doorway without a cup of his own, she gets a second one from a spirit and balances it with her lantern, coming over to offer it to him.]

You should try some. It'll make you feel less sad!

[casts]

( honestly, as fucked up as it is, there's something equally exciting about seeing someone even close to his age. events back home have made trusting adults a tiring process but there's still also some sadness in also seeing this girl. because, fuck, she looks even younger than him.

still― there's some pause before he reaches out for the cup, shakily taking it into his hands. )

I'm not sad, I'm fu― ( maybe calm down on the cursing there, huh, eds? ) I'm more mad than anything.

[withsadness]

Ooh...

[Mary nods in a slow sort of understanding, her forehead knitting as she contemplates his response.]

That's okay. It's okay to be mad, I mean. I get mad sometimes, too, and then sometimes I say things that aren't very nice. But it'll get better! I'll keep you company!

Welcome

[bunny_suit]

[You know who else came in with a cast? Her. Well, to be specific she didn't come in one, but needed two of them. Thankfully by this point she's mostly recovered from her injuries, but seeing someone else with a cast is enough to make her go over to help him. Offering him a hand...]

I know the feeling. Are you okay?

[She says more so from being in the water now. He's more than likely not okay for how bad he looks... He probably felt ten times worse than that.]

I'm sorry. I don't have any healing abilities, but I know some friends who do if you need any.

[casts]

( so invested in his current fit, eddie doesn't notice anyone approaching until literally she's speaking to him and it probably shows in the way he bounces back, trips and falls flat on his ass back into the dark waters. )

N-no, I'm not okay. I died in a fucking sewer, my friends are missing and I fucking hate this.

( whatever this is is hard to pin down. the water, the afterlife he's found himself in? who knows. struggling, he manages to get back on his feet but still seems cautious about taking her hand. )

Healing abilities... like, um, magic?

[bunny_suit]

[That.... was not what she was going for. Whoops! Sorry Eddie.

But honestly most people have a hard time accepting what's happened before coming here when they arrive. She knows that she's still not over it, but she's also tried to stop thinking about it. There were too many what ifs that she tortured herself with. He's completely okay to have a freak out.]

I'm sorry to hear that...

[Reassuring that his friends might be here was not... advised in this setting. So she's going to just skip over that.]

Yeah. Where I'm from, there are some people with the ability. None of my friends are here from back home, but I had a few people help me out when I arrived with a broken arm and leg.

@fleuret

[luxoraculi]

Hello. I am a healer; I cannot fix your cast but I may be able to do something for your injury. Admittedly, my magic is not nearly as strong here as it was at home, but over time, your wound should mend.

[casts]

oh, so, like a magician
or a witch?
sorry, we don't have people with powers like this at home

sorta, kinda anyway

but, yeah, that would be helpful
thanks

2/3

[cained]

( dean hates to see kids here, even if this is supposed to be the afterlife. (he's pretty sure that's bullshit, which makes it worse. kidnapping kids? bad move.) so it's with all the swagger of an awkward dad that dean approaches eddie, nodding to his broken arm. )

Hangin' in there, kid?

( but he'll understand if this is a "don't talk to strangers" situation. dean himself was already paranoid at eddie's age, the only difference being dean had a sawed-off shotgun at his disposal if strangers turned out to be monsters. )

[casts]

( and with all the fluster of a feral cat, eddie can't help the way his bristles up at the approaching unfamiliar (and adult) figure. when it comes to this place, he's still mostly kept close to rich and let him handle things but his fellow loser isn't so here. ah, well, here goes nothing― )

As well as you can when you're dead. ( he says tiredly, a little hotly but eddie deflates pretty quickly. ) And― and my name is Eddie.

( because he is not being called 'kid' by anyone here. he had enough of that back home. )