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.

•••

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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( she's only a threat if she doesn't pass his tests. which — well, would you look at that. flying colors. it's ... almost a relief, until he remembers where they are, which means that jo is still dead, just not in heaven where she's supposed to be. )

Yeah, yeah, sue me. ( but he takes the knife back and cuts a small streak across his forearm, easy enough to cover up. he nods at her, eyebrows raised as if to say happy? ) It's been a long time. Just had to be sure.

( he hesitates for a moment, pocketing the knife, unsure if he should say something else or leave it at that. eventually, he decides it's easier just to pull her forward, dragging her into a tight embrace. after all that, he is glad to see her. i'm sorry gets caught somewhere in his throat and dies there before it reaches his lips, so he squeezes her shoulders just a little tighter as if that might somehow convey what he's incapable of saying. maybe she already knows. )

[Jo waits for something, anything, but she wasn’t waiting for a hug.

Just as when Castiel had arrived and let her hug him, she wraps her arms as tightly as she can around Dean, biting back a sob torn between relief and pain. She can cry about his arrival later.

She had hoped so strongly that he never arrived, but here he was. Not a spirit, or a dream. Solid, with his own lantern. Dead.]

You’re such an asshole. [Though it doesn’t sound very convincing, muttered while she still clings to him. She could see it on his face. It’s been a long time.]

( dean sniffs a laugh. he's been called worse, but that don't make it not true.

I know.

( he pulls back to take a better look at her, reconfirming it is really her. obviously, she hasn't changed, and that's probably what gets him the most — she never had the opportunity to. not like dean, the age literally etched into his skin. )

You look good, Jo. You know, considering.

( he could've said for a dead chick, but he lets the playful smile that pulls at the corner of his mouth say it for him. )

No sun means my skin is in good shape. [Jo laughs quietly because she doesn't know how else to react to that. Time passes here, but do the dead age? Probably not.]

Course I do, I didn't get old. [She doesn't add the last half of that, I didn't get a chance.

Her happy expression falters and she drops her gaze to one of the buttons on his shirt.]

Uh, how long has it been? How did you get here?

( dean never thought he'd live to see the ripe old age of 40, so he can't even really be that offended. just a little miffed, okay. )

C'mon, I ain't that old. ( but he gets it, what she doesn't say. what she doesn't have to say. ) It's, uh ... it's been nine years, Jo. Since ... ( you know. she died. he'll give her time to let that sink in.

he clears his throat, then: ) Didn't get here in a blaze of glory, that's for sure. ( but he'd rather not go into the details. )

[Nine years.

She takes a moment to consider what she has missed. So much music, so many movies, and books.

But surely that much time passing means the Apocalypse was stopped. That's good. It has to be.]

Blaze of glory isn't all it's cut out to be. [Jo is thankful, for just a second, that the blood loss had kicked in. She worries a lot about whether her mother suffered. A lot.

She swallows thickly and finally looks back up at his face.]

Kinda hoped you wouldn't show.

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