logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: BURY A FRIEND

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: october 9-17.
content: the hallucinations begin...
warnings: psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

it's probably something that shouldn't be said out loud

October 9 feels like a normal day at first, save for the red lighthouse beam cutting through the darkness overhead. You know by now—or you've heard—that the lighthouse is only active during ferry arrivals and events... And there's definitely no ferry docked at the, er. Beach. The town is quiet, the forest spirits behave business-as-usual, Rastus doesn't know what's up. Whatever's going on, you'll have to figure it out for yourself.

And you will, though the hallucinations are subtle at first: objects moving when they shouldn't, people's proportions looking just a bit off, voices in an empty room, and so on. Is it just your mind playing tricks in the darkness? Might be! Will did warn you all about the effects of living without a sun and a proper day/night cycle.

As the days go on, the hallucinations are harder to ignore, no matter how much you may wish to wave them off as flukes. What's wrong with everyone's faces? When did all the howling start? Who do you hold onto when the world drops out from under you? And those hands...

While you might know it can't be real, it certainly feels real. But at least it can't last forever!

...Right?

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She was about to argue and ask 'make who stop', but then she catches his gaze and looks over as well. Lighthouse Keeper. It does seem like something that Keeper would do, especially after finding out how young she is and that she can be a quite petty and sore loser.

"If she's the one torturing us, she's doing herself a disservice," Xayah mutters. "Remember how she needs us to remain sane and capable to kill World Eaters? If we don't get a replacement for Ferry, we are her last hope."

Fly up there... She doesn't know if she can even do it.

"I'm not against trying." It's probably not advised. Her eyes turn to the skies. "Hopefully there's nothing in the air to stop us. Falling into the Lake and losing lantern in it will mark a 'game over' for us..." Because nobody would be able to retreive it.

"We'll need to get you flying first," Crowley says. "Then we'll get the three of us up there. You, me, Aziraphale. If something happens to one of us, the others can go retrieve the lantern. Can't catch all of us."

Crowley's full of half-formed plans, isn't he? Always up for trying something.

"She just can't keep doing this to us. Torturing us as long as she sees fit."

He is. She looks over at him and gives him a serious, long look- she knows he means well, but this can terribly backfire at them.

"I have nothing to lose," Xayah says quietly. And it's true- here she has no one. There's no one from her world, she cares little about humans so this endeavor will be like an adventure.

"But what do you plan to do to her? To tell her? What if Lighthouse collapses because we try to land on it? Remember, Lighthouse is Robin's lantern. No one knows how it got that way, but it did." She looks extremely serious, "If we end up destroying the Lighthouse..." the world will fall apart and they won't even need World Eaters to do it.

"She's not the only thing holding this world together," Crowley says. "Just because she thinks she is."

He hopes. Crowley doesn't like being under the thumb of one person. One unstable child who can't seem to keep her finger off the trigger.

He glances at Xayah. She has nothing to lose, she says. Crowley's been there, of course, feeling like he's got nothing to lose. But he always had Aziraphale, didn't he? Six thousand years, he always had Aziraphale on his side. But Xayah only has herself here. What would it have been like if Crowley came here by himself? He'd be doing a hell of a lot more drinking, which is actually sort of saying something considering.

"It won't fall just because we landed on it," he theorizes. "It's been stormed before."

"We don't know." They don't know anything except that they will be devoured. And the more she thought about it, the less she liked the idea. She might not have gotten them to reset now, for destroying the ferry, but three people, swooping down from the skies at her Lighthouse?

That sounds kind of a bad idea if she's going to be honest.

"What if she pulls the switch on the Beacon when she sees us?" From what Xayah could tell, the girl killed? begged? the previous one just to survive.

She shakes her head, "We need a better plan than this. If she sees us come at her from the sky, she'll sic the forest spirits at the town." Even as a person that has nothing to lose, going to the Lighthouse gives her a strange twist in the stomach. That huge building is too unknown for them to blindly storm. She wonders how Robin did it in the first place.

"We make sure we're not seen," Crowley says. "Shutter our lanterns, stay close to the tops of the forest. Come up only when we're climbing the lighthouse. I can teach you to fly like that."

He's just sick of all the waiting, all the moping about, all the playing house. He wants to do something, he wants to make a difference. He wants to make things better here and then get the fuck out of here as fast as possible.

He looks back out over the town. "If we think she's nervous about a few visitors, then maybe she shouldn't be in charge of the reset button," he says. "Maybe we should have a tete-a-tete with her."

This still sounds pretty dangerous to her but- it won't hurt to check it out? She prides herself in being pretty determined when she's set out to do it so, if they run into any trouble, she'll make them turn around and go back. She's always been the careful one, biding her time to strike. Well, she's been sitting around for a while and nothing came their way.

Time to go out and find it.

"If," she points a finger at him, "we run into any trouble, even the most minuscule one, we are turning back. Got it?"

He holds up a hand. "Promise," he says. "First chance, absolutely. Turning back."

This is, for those who have not been paying attention, a lie.

But that's not all that important right now. Right now, Crowley has an ally who is willing to go with him to fight the Lighthouse. All he has to do is teach her how to fly, which he was willing to do anyway. Teach her to fly, then have a word with this Lighthouse Keeper. Better than trying to talk to the Almighty, who never spoke back.

"The Lighthouse isn't far," he says. "She won't be expecting us. We can get there without any problems, I bet. Problems once we get there, maybe, but not on the way."

She does give him a suspicious look, as if she doesn't trust him (and she doesn't- she's always 50/50 with everyone), but leaves the topic be.

More importantly, she needs to start gathering energy to start focusing on her shapeshifting. It's going to be an ordeal during this hallucination infested days, but she's stubborn. And hallucinations won't win! She'll get to fly!

"Fingers crossed that she doesn't reset the village."

Speaking of, she needs to update that journal of hers. Just in case something goes horrible on this adventure.

"We'll stop her before she gets the chance," Crowley promises. "Maybe this time we'll actually get some answers."

Maybe, he thinks, he should do what Aziraphale would want, which is to ask the network for help. Or to tell other people about this plan. He won't, of course, but he does think about it for at least three seconds before discarding the idea.

"Start tomorrow on flying?" he offers.

At least he thought about it.

She rolls her eyes and pokes his cheek, "Slow down. I'm more eager than you, trust me. But I need to do the transformation right or I might drop from the sky and die." Giver her some time to shapeshift, man. No one wants to fly more than she does and she's really looking forward to this.

"I'll come find you when I'm done. Alright?"

He doesn't think often. If he uses his brain every day, it could get dirty.

Crowley doesn't understand, of course. His own transformation takes seconds at most, but he gives her a nod anyway.

"Take as long as you need," he says. "We'll start on the ground anyway. Won't have you falling out of the sky right away."

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