logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY

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.

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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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[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?

( 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.

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.]

I just came out to see what this meeting was all about. I wasn't going to go far or talk to anyone.

( even though it sounds dumb to explain himself like this, he knows it's because richie is just worried. he'd be worried too. he just didn't want to stay stuck up in this place when they could be out here learning more about this place. learning more about this darkness that might have their other friends.

still, tiredly, he stands up and reaches out to brush down at richie's hair with a frown. )

You've got cow licks everywhere, dude.

Couldn't sleep.

[That much is obvious, Richie leans in against the wall behind them to occupy space with Eddie and doesn't so much as slap his hands away when he pushes at his locks. It's not uncommon for Eddie to fuss with him and in a way, it's a comfort.]

How much of the meeting have you heard so far? You keeping the time?

[It's no secret he was bitter about the place they were now, he'd been coming out of his room slowly but surely and socializing where he could but the fact remained that he'd rather be in some empty nothing than forced to suffer here. Forced to see Eddie have to go through the same grief and turmoil he had when he'd first arrived.]

( there's some peace to find in try to get richie's hair to look somewhat presentable. ultimately, though, eddie just sighs and drops his good hand away with a frown. it... looked better? sorta. kinda. )

Come on, Richie. I just wanted to know if anyone knew something that might help us figure out what happened to the others.

( maybe he was being too optimistic about it: thinking there was going to be some easy answer on how to find the others if they were even here. maybe it was just the two of them. maybe the others had survived their encounter with IT down in the sewers of derry. )

[It didn't look better by much and Richie didn't like taking more than one bath a day. It was all sorts of awkward and uncomfortable and asking Eddie for help made his stomach knot up and his throat feel dry.

It's a lot easier to walk around looking like a mess, and it's not like it's anything new for him.]

I know, but I mean - aren't they better off? Not here? It means they survived and maybe they'll get out of Derry and go someplace better.

Maybe we should cut your hair? ( he says, more talking to himself and frowning curiously. because, yeah, maybe it isn't anything new for him but eddie can't help thinking there was something deeper here. )

What if they are here though? What if they're lost in that weird darkness?

And how many times have you cut hair Dr. K? Are you a stylist or am I gonna end up looking worse than Bev on the other side of this thing?

[In his experience self done haircuts never go well, and his mom's home done hair cuts weren't much better. Last time she'd gone a little too high on the hairline and everybody tooled on him for days about it looking like a bowl cut. He could pass, maybe once it got a little bit longer it'd be more manageable. He hoped.]

I don't want them to be here and I definitely don't want to go exploring in the darkness. Someone said you can die here. Again, I mean.

[Richie's a lot of things, but strong enough to experience death twice? He's not so sure.]

Well, um, never but how hard can it be to cut your bangs? At least get it out of your eyes, you know.

( not that eddie's never had to experience the horrors of a home done haircut. he's thankful for that much since it would be just one more thing that his mom had control over but he can also see where richie was coming from with his worries. )

So we're just going to sit in some little room for what? The rest of our afterlives? And how can the dead die again?

If you give me a hack job I'll give you a pink belly.

[Fair is fair, Richie's hair wasn't the easiest cut and that's why his mother had so much trouble. If his dad had been around or half-as-attentive as any other person not from Derry maybe it would've saved him some grief. Not like the barbershop didn't exist, but home cuts meant more money for Mary Kay or whatever his mom wasted time with.]

Maybe? I think it beats dealing with more hell dimension monsters. I don't know! Someone just said they can. I didn't bend over backward to look for answers. I guess some guy just stabbed them and after the shit with Haystack I figured yeah- that might kill a guy.

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