In the Night Moderators (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inthenightmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:24 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:24 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- armitage hux (hebe),
- aziraphale (xy),
- buffy summers (amy),
- castiel (inky),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- elektra natchios (carlee),
- elizabeth (li),
- goro akechi (luna),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- maes hughes (erica),
- sarissa theron (bella),
- villanelle (zeb),
- wanda maximoff (margot)
EVENT LOG: ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DREAMERS)
EVENT LOG:
ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DREAMERS)
characters: all characters that signed up as a dreamer for the event.
location: dreamland feat. beacon of the past.
date/time: november 16-29.
content: the dreamers investigate beacon as it once was.
warnings: psychological/existential horror. further cws will arise depending on the location; mods will cw tags appropriately, and you will too!
say your prayers, little one.
Hello, dreamers. Welcome to Beacon.
Below, each group has a toplevel ready and waiting for the investigation to begin. Feel free to tag in however to establish a tag order, and mod responses will begin once each character has tagged in. If you need a refresher on how the event will work, give the OOC info another read!
As for those of you in thesin binopt out area...
The Beacon of the past isn't all too different from the Beacon of the present, frankly, except for a few notable exceptions. For one, it's far better lit: daylight leaves everything feels a lot brighter and more sensible than eternal night does. Several advertisements for community theater in the Invincible are hung up (Tryouts for the Ice Man Cometh! Cometh try your luck!) and minor lost and found posters are tacked to a community bulletin board nearby. Oh, and a merry little tune is playing on loop from a record player set up outside the Invincible.
It's cheerful, if not a little off-putting. But the signs of life are clear, even if the forest still looks darkly oppressive over yonder.
Additionally, since investigation threads 1) rely on mod responses, and 2) will likely move on the slow side given the nature of the event/size of the groups, if you would like to have your characters "mingle" in their assigned location, please feel free to write your own toplevels! We ask that you post them as separate toplevels not in response to the mod toplevels (so our inboxes don't get super flooded/we don't accidentally miss stuff). Remember that groups may only interact with each other during the event, but you're welcome to assume timey-wimey shenanigans to excuse why your characters are mingling instead of searching for clues—they do have two weeks in this dream, technically, and dreams are not always linear. If your investigation thread has not yet progressed to a point in which you've got enough of a handle on the setting to write a separate mingle starter, ask the mod you're working with! We'll fill you in on some OOC details so you can mingle accordingly while still allowing for characters to discover those details ICly in the investigation thread.
If you're still jonesing for more threading action during the event, we encourage you to check out the TDM!
| QUICKNAV | |||
| comms | | | network • logs • memes • ooc | |
| pages | | | rules • faq • taken • mod contact • player contact • calendar • setting • exploration • item requests • full nav | |
4/4; buffy
As soon as the recognition hits, Dawn crumples as the life is sucked out of her all at once, her corpse hitting the floor with a wet smack.
When she looks up again, Hux and Wanda are gone.]
no subject
Dawnie?
The hammer thuds to the floor only a second after the body, but still she stares at it, her mind struggling to process what's happened. Her sister. ]
Do you—
[ She doesn't know how that sentence would have ended; the question disappears from her thoughts as she looks up and finds herself alone in the room. Turning left, right, she calls out with only slight panic in her voice. ]
Wanda? Hux?
no subject
no subject
You are not my sister.
[ Then she turns away from the grotesque corpse to head for the stairs. ]
no subject
The stairs lead to the lighthouse's second level, which appears to be some sort of records room. Shelves of boxes line the walls, much like one would see in an archive, and stacks of computer terminals sit in the center. But, no matter what Buffy tries to look at in this room, she'll find that it's all blank.
But there's another staircase, again on the far side of the room, and should she continue to climb, she'll find herself in the control room at the top of the lighthouse.
The control room resembles that of a submarine or spaceship, the room claustrophobic with pipes and machinery despite the fact that it takes up the whole top level of the lighthouse. In the center of the room, there's a spiral staircase leading up to the lighthouse's beacon, which doesn't seem to be turned on at the moment. Instead, sunlight streams in.
Inspecting the room will reveal various terminals meant for the operation of many complicated instruments... In particular, there are labels for a translator, portal control, and a vast array of radar screens.
The control room's main attraction, though, is the computer hub. It's equipped with many screens, and seems to have access to Beacon's network. And clearly, someone's spent a lot of time here. The little hub has been outfitted with various creature comforts: a blanket folded over the back of the desk chair, little trinkets and stickers decorating around the screens, a minifridge under the desk filled with snacks and soda... A teenage girl has been here.
The hub faces a cozy little lounge space, decorated with fairy lights and posters of unfamiliar bands and stuffed animals, all wearing little handmade outfits. A handful of feathers sits on the coffee table next to a hammock and beanbag chair.
After she wakes up, Buffy will recognize this scene in the weekly bulletin.]
no subject
The second floor is... overwhelming. There's so much to see that it takes her a moment to get her bearings before she can continue in her search. The computer hub is first, though she doesn't touch the computers herself. Electronics and Buffy have always been unmixy things, the realm of hacking most solidly in Willow's purview. Instead, she examines those little touches of Teen Girl, recognizing all of them from her own teen years as well as Dawn's. But where that girl is...
With no further avenue to pursue there, she turns to the terminals, examining controls and screens before focusing her attention on the radar screens. If they're active, she looks pretty closely at whatever is displayed — if not, then she gives it the good old Slayer Try of pushing buttons and hoping for the best. ]
no subject
An alarm notification pings on another screen: INITIATE RESET PROTOCOL (97%)
Under the alarm, quite a few windows populate the screen, though one in particular stands at the forefront. It's a list of Beacon's current residents, though all of the names have been grayed out except for three: BUFFY SUMMERS, ARMITAGE HUX, WANDA MAXIMOFF
The window prompts Buffy to select at least one name in order to complete reset protocol.]
no subject
No. No, I don't think so.
[ The portal control gets her attention next, one button being pushed after another until she gets something to happen. 97% of what, she doesn't know, but she's not going down without a fight. ]
no subject
The sunlight overhead cuts out abruptly, leaving the control room in darkness save for the screens, until the lighthouse's red beam starts up. The heavy light churns above Buffy, the tower groaning in time to the revolutions.
Outside, Buffy will hear melodic hoots singing over the waves.
The portal control screen opens into some very complicated physics program meant to be operated using multidimensional coordinates. However, three options are already loaded and ready to be activated. The three options are: #6.8203874, #11.89782730, #73.89892639
Back on the first computer screen, a chat window pops up.]
@dawn
Why did you kill me?
no subject
Since they woke up. Except it was the opposite. Because, somehow, it makes sense now. Either she's completely losing her mind (been there) or she's been pulled into some messed up dreamscape that's trying to tell her something (been there too). Maybe, and this is probably a long shot considering she's dead, this is even a Slayer dream.
The message on the computer screen quickly dispels that notion. Her prophetic dreams would never use her sister like this. Never. ]
We've already discussed that you're not my sister.
[ She mutters it in the general direction of the computer in question, studying the strings of numbers that make no sense. But there's three sets, just like there are three of them in this dream, so maybe... Taking a deep breath, she proceeds as she always does: winging it and hoping for the best.
#11.89782730 is selected. ]
cw ear trauma, gore, creepy monster
Buffy selects #11.89782730, and program runs through what look to be a series of calculations before a final window pops up: #11.89782730 (CRAIT) LAUNCHING . . . LAUNCHING . . .
Another shape appears on the radar screen, this one even more distorted than the first. The radar can't seem to get a firm handle on its edge, the mass churning wildly under each pass. It stands at a fixed point near the top of the screen, drawing the first shape toward it.
An alarm pings. INITIATE RESET PROTOCOL (99%)
The lighthouse begins to emit a sound, a horrible droning blend of shifting tones that shakes the tower violently, threatening to knock Buffy off her feet if she isn't careful. The noise is deafening, painfully so—her left eardrum bursts from the pressure.
On the screen, a new window pops up. This time, a timer, counting down from 90 seconds.
NETWORK DISCONNECT IN ( 00:00:90 ) . . .
The chat window pings again.
You know why I had to kill you. One of us was going to survive and it wasn't going to be you.
A window breaks overhead, the faint tinkling of glass just barely audible over the din. There's another crash, and the red light flashes once more, then fizzles, and Buffy's heart seizes in her chest.
It's a mercy, really. She's able to stay on her feet just long enough to see the silhouette of a horrible thing drop down from the light room above, and then she's on the ground, her heart writhing against her ribcage in sharp spasms. The forest spirit throws one clawed tendril at her, the spikes spearing through her shoulders and hoisting her into the air. They let her hang there a moment, swinging idly on their meat hooks, barely conscious from the heart attack—and then they lunge, tearing her open with one sickly rip.
Just before she dies, Buffy spot the anomaly on the radar screen sucking up the last of the dark mass. Then, she'll wake up.]