logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: FEBRUARY

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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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ARRIVAL.

( cas. cas. stop it. heart pounding, lungs on fire, one last desperate pleading look for cas to listen to him, the fight being assuredly squeezed from him; one last glance at sam, because if this is how he goes (he always thought it'd be in a blaze of glory), at least sam's still alive. they've been down this road before. maybe this time dean's reached a dead end.

and then he startles awake, gasping raggedly for breath.

alright, maybe not a dead end. he wonders briefly who brought him back this time, until he scans the dimly lit room, eyes wild for any sign of sam or psycho cas. all he finds instead is a small window and the sensation of being on a boat. which is strange, considering last he checked kansas didn't have any large bodies of water.

he tries to call for sam, only to find his throat is hoarse, his voice nearly gone. well, that's just great. he pats himself down before he heads toward the window: everything seems to be there that he had in lebanon; no angel blade, but at least he still has his switchblade. he doesn't trust unfamiliar spaces, especially when he's been separated from his brother and finds himself in an empty room on a boat. he squints out into the darkness, barely able to make out the shape of a lighthouse in the distance, then decides it's time to get the fuck out of here. conveniently, there's a lantern next to the bed, and some sort of tablet device which he tucks into his jacket pocket.

on his way toward the main deck, he calls for sam again and again, finding his voice a little better each time, though he still sounds like he's just come from a four hour rock concert and screamed his voice raw. only the song blasting from the speakers manages to distract him from searching for sam, because dean doesn't fuck with what he considers bad taste. )

Oh, come on. Who picks the music around here? ( yeah, beacon, he thinks your music sucks! give him time, he'll have everyone listening to classic rock. gotta get some led zeppelin up in here, or at least some kansas. foreigner. creedence clearwater revival. anything would be better than whatever's coming out of the speakers now.

that's really the least of his worries, though, considering he still has no idea where the hell he is or where his brother is, and neither of those things makes him a very pleasant person to be around. not to mention he's got an archangel literally knocking around inside his skull, which makes it hard to concentrate. his only source of relief (and, yet, at the same time, the source of his constant suffering) is the fact that michael hasn't escaped, even after dean being knocked out for who knows how long. sure, there are plenty of people who want him dead (and plenty who could succeed), but then what's with the ferry? the lantern? none of it makes any sense.

so once they've docked, he'll ask anyone who looks less confused than he is: )

If I'm really dead, which, honestly, not my first rodeo, then where the hell is Death? ( not to brag, but he kind of knows her personally, so like. what gives. billie's usually the first one knocking at his door. ) I'd even be satisfied with a Reaper. Any of that ring any bells?

BONFIRE.

( he really only shows up to the meeting because sam convinced him they should go, for answers if nothing else. dean isn't so sure they're actually going to get answers, but he supposes it can't hurt to mill around with people who have been here longer than they have and try to suss out who the locals are and what they're up to (even though he'd really prefer to start walking in the other direction and not look back, because surely there are better answers out there than here where they're stuck playing house. dean only believes in teamwork when it involves his family; strangers might be useful for information, but he's more convinced he and sam are gonna find a way out of this on their own because they always have.

before rastus appears, check him picking at the acorns, lamenting over the fact that they are not, in fact, pie. hell, he'd settle for bacon bits. anything but this. ) Really? Would it kill someone to bring h'or d'oeuvres next time? ( he says, assuming this is a regular occurrence, considering there have been people trapped here since before he arrived. and at this point he's really not picky. a tiny sandwich would be a godsend, even if all he really wants right now is a goddamned cheeseburger with extra bacon and a beer (or five). he'll have to settle for a cider instead and try not to complain about the lack of alcoholic content.

and then there's rastus, who puts dean on edge, has him reaching for his switchblade but not actually pulling it out. what the hell is this guy? he wonders if everyone else is seeing what he's seeing and why everyone seems perfectly okay with freaky big bird here. then rastus shuffles back toward the bonfire, telling them to talk to each other. well, that's real fucking helpful. maybe sam will have better luck talking to people; dean's not exactly in the mood, even if this does feel an awful lot like a real case. it doesn't exactly work the same when you're not impersonating law enforcement. all he has at the moment is snark, which he'll direct at whoever's nearby. )

Alright, so we're doing this Kumbaya style, then. Who wants to share first? Don't be shy. We're all dead here, right?

( he grins at his own stupid joke; he thinks he's hilarious. and even if he doesn't believe half of what he's heard about this place, he's willing to play along for now. )

NETWORK.
@ ledzeppelin

where can a guy get a decent cheeseburger around here

( yeah, that's it. that's the post. )

WILDCARD.

( feel free to hit me up with anything that fits between the first and the third as well! if you'd like to plot anything specific with ole deano, you can reach me on plurk ( poohsticks ) or on discord ( miyou#1092 ). )

[ He's been on the lookout since meeting Sam, senses alert, eyes scanning the ferry, the pier, the beach.

There's never just one Winchester. If Sam is here, any version of him, then Dean will either not be far behind, or will be working on breaking the world to save his brother. And Castiel knows from Sam's report that even though he distinctly knows he died and ended up here, he also kept going. Kept living - and dying - alongside Sam and Dean.

It's... painful, in a strange way. To know that he's the one who lost the toin coss. Life is a web of choices, and Castiel knows better than most that there are countless universes, countless timelines, countless alternatives. There must be a version of him that never chose humanity, never chose Dean in the greenroom. There must be a version of him that revealed himself in Lisa Braeden's back yard, that told Dean of Raphael's plans and Castiel's inability to stop him.

Perhaps he's been losing the coing toss more often than he cares to think.

Still... it pains him, strangely and in ways it shouldn't, to know that Dean and Sam grew older, and he grew alongside them, not in age but in experience and emotion. He wonders if Sam is bothered that Castiel as he is here, is decidedly not the Castiel he knows. Their Castiel, with years of shared, years that are much longer and more significant from the short-lived human perspective.

Wonders, when he spots the familiar width of Dean's shoulders, if Dean will find him lacking consequently.

Castiel beats his wings before he can question it too much, before he can talk himself into avoidance. He's done Dean the dishonour of leaving too often. Right here and now, Castiel chooses to go to him rather than flee from him, as he attempted right before his death, and failed at - lost that coin toss, definitely. He chooses, then, to turn a blind eye to everything off about Dean, to ignore the suspicion at what he can dimly sense, to ignore his own guilt and self-loathing over the feeling of Dean's face breaking under his own fist, a phantsom sensation that haunts and terrifies him. He won't let it keep him away,despite his every instinct wanting to follow the cues of his guilt.

He appears out of nothing, out of the darkness, right in front of Dean, too blue eyes finding and locking onto green to the sound of rustling feathers and the soft woosh of displaced air.

The light around them goes a little more blue through the stained glass of his lantern, moving and shifting as the white-blue grace swirls within it.

And what is there to say, except... ]

Hello, Dean.

( he hears the flutter of wings (familiar, and yet dean's pulse jumps, his mind still playing the events of his supposed death over in his mind, still on the defensive) before cas appears before him, and the knife he'd almost pulled on rastus he does pull on cas, the blade pressed sharp beneath cas' jaw. it's a panicked reaction more than it is rational, but it's just as likely that that cas could've ended up here, too. (maybe sam wouldn't have killed him for murdering his brother, but maybe he would have. then again, that might have fucked up the timeline even more, and sam's definitely smarter than dean when it comes to that kind of shit.) he's just being cautious, that's all. hunter's instinct. he knows a knife won't do any real harm to an angel, anyway, he just has to be sure first.

he narrows his eyes, his locked gaze unflinching as he searches cas' face for hints of the cas he knows, not the cas whose hands he can still feel wrapped around his neck.

hello, dean.

well, that's a start. but still not enough. )

Cas. ( it sounds almost like an accusation. ) You got ten seconds to convince me you're really you or so help me I'll carve a damn sigil into my arm and blast you back to kingdom come.

( the only thing that gives him any hope is the fact that he'd probably be thrown halfway across the pier already if this were actually bizarro cas. )

[ Castiel's face locks down, eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring slightly, impassive otherwise. He has a knife to his throat that won't kill but greatly annoy him, and Dean is threatening to mutilate himself to rid himself of Cas in a move so violent and poorly thought out Castiel is initially at a loss as to what to even say.

Annoyance and anger are perhaps not the most socially graceful responses to the predicament, but Castiel has been existing in this space for a while, has not seen Dean since Lucifer's crypt, can still feel Dean's face breaking under his own fist, and has been existing with the knowledge that someone's been brainwashing him for billions of years.

So yes. Indignation is what happens, layering over the also immediate, painful guilt and self-loathing at what he could have done to deserve this treatment. ]

Use those seconds to explain your passenger to me.

[ And face a smooth, impassive mask of righteous indignation, Castiel steps closer, presses forwards. Dares Dean to follow through on his threat and the knife. ]

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