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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!
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Docs our best bet... but might be worth discussing all this with Rastus and The Keeper. [ Lifting her gaze from the document to glance from one to the other. ] You ever wonder how they manage to get the stuff we ask for?
[ She could leave it there, keep on ignoring the elephant in the room but as she moves away from the group to inspect one of the 3D printers, she almost sounds casual as she adds; ]
Assuming we ever see them again.
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0182934_PORTALTEST.DSX opens some sort of modeling program. The computer groans in protest as the program loads and seems to run through a series of automated protocols before a prompt appears on the screen: NEW RESIDENTS FOUND. SELECT MODELS TO PRINT.
A list of all of Beacon's current residents loads up, each with a checkbox next to it so that they can be selected. SUN.EXE will not load until at least one name is chosen.
The 3D printers light up as Scarlett approaches, apparently waiting for further instructions as all the screens announce that the printers are on standby.]
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When Ignis discovers that the last file, sun.exe cannot be execused without selecting at least one name on the list, Castiel puts a hand on hous shoulder and nods at the screen. ]
We don't know if the effect is harmful, but finding out might be beneficial. Select me for that. I'm both more resilient to harm than most residents in this place, and more used to being blown up.
[ He doesn't look like he's joking. ]
If no harm is done and we gain more information, we can act from there.
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That's not something you should get used to, [Ignis says. But seeing that the man is not joking, Ignis scrolls through the list and clicks on the man's name.]
I'll run it now. In three, two, one-
[-and Ignis runs the program.]
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When Ignis runs SUN.EXE, the screen goes gray with static until it shorts out completely, blinding Ignis and Castiel with a flash of white light as the monitor hisses and smokes. The screen splits with a violent snap, a bolt of electricity shooting out toward Ignis.
While Castiel's vision will be permanently foggy for the remainder of the dream, he'll be able to make out the silhouette of Ignis jerking backward and crumpling to the floor. If Castiel moves to assess the damage, he'll note that Ignis's eyes look as those they've been burned out with a concentrated beam of energy, a beam powerful enough to pierce straight through his head, leaving a gaping mess of the back of his skull.
Ignis Scientia is dead.
The room is silent save for the printer, still chugging away at its task, and the creak of a door swinging open. One of the doors at the back of the lab seems to have opened on its own.
When the printer finishes, its tray opens to reveal its work: A perfect replica of Castiel's lantern. The only difference between it and the one Castiel is carrying is that this new lantern isn't lit.]
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There's no doubt the man is dead. There's nothing there to fix, even if Castiel were to pour the entirety of his limited power into him.
Guilt used to be a white hot coil, a sharp pain somewhere in his vessel's ribcage that would eventually settle, burning hot, in his guts. These days, it's a dull, chafing ache, a yoke he bears with slumped shoulders.
It should have been him.
A sunlit Beacon that has all their data. Multidimensional portals, something coming through. A control tower, suspiciously shaped like a lighthouse. A printer that creates unlit replicas of lanterns. World Eaters. ]
We should move on. We can come back for the body later.
[ It sounds like he wants it to be clipped and efficient, but there's a wariness to his voice, a tension in his jaw and more emotion than usual in his eyes. Still, Castiel is good at pushing his feelings aside and focusing, soldiering ever onwards towards more doom.
He moves to the doors, and will go through the one that just opened, with or without Scarlett. ]
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Her silence is enough of an indication that Scarlett doesn't object to what they're doing, still seemingly more interested in the printer but at the sound of hissing and cracking? She drops to the ground, lifting an arm up to shield her face more from instinct than any idea it would help.
Even without looking directly at the source of light on the screen, like walking indoors on a sunny day, her eyes take a few seconds to adjust. Scarlett finally focusing on the body only a little way from her - the black holes where sockets had once been. In the dream world they're in, her mind conjures up the acrid stench of burning flesh, the memory more than the sight causing her to grimace as she goes so far as to lean in closer to see exactly what the hell had happened to him.
She looks like she wants to argue, only perhaps not for the reason most would expect. People die all the time and a body isn't anything more than a thing to slow you down but she figures she'll save that argument for when the time comes. What she does do, however, is look for the screen and the core that Ignis - though honestly? She doesn't know his name - had been holding onto, figuring she might as well put the two pieces together before following Cas into the other part of the lab. ]
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As Castiel and Scarlett make their way into the adjoining room, they'll see that it's a dim workroom outfitted with a workbench and as many shelves as can fit into the little space. This may have been a closet, once.
Hundreds of lanterns line the shelves, some pristine and new while others are in a desperate state of disrepair. Some could hardly be called lanterns at all, and some are more modern while others are classic in design, ranging in age and style and color and even function. Each lantern is unique, and all of them are unlit.
The workbench is littered with various scrap pieces that look like metal and wood at first glance, as well as a pile of many complicated and precise tools, like one might use to repair antique clocks or jewelry. Off to one side of the bench, there's a laptop lying open, a text document loaded up on the screen.
Finally, seeped out from under the workbench and taking up a bulk of the floorspace is strange heap of molten metal, though it's solidified and cracked with age by now. It's slightly warm to the touch.
As Scarlett enters the room with the device in hand, it chirps wildly. The needle swings past the LETHAL zone and right off the meter.]
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I'll be fine if you'd prefer to stay back.
[ That said, the sound will not deter him from entering.
He will want to read the document on the screen. If there is time after/beyond beyond that and no further instructions/programs are found on the laptop after closing the document, he'll try to locate his own lantern and see if grabbing it or attempting to turn it on will offer any insight. The document has priority though. ]
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Nothing happens. He doesn't feel any differently in approaching the odd metal formation, nor in brushing past it on his way to the laptop. The device whines loudly, its needle still smacking against the edge of the meter.
When he reaches the laptop, Castiel will see only a small bit of text on the screen:
MAY THIS GIFT LIGHT THE PATH FORWARD. MAY THIS WORLD'S SUFFERING END SWIFTLY IF I HAVE AGAIN MISTAKEN A GIFT FOR A CURSE.
The laptop flickers and shorts out a moment later, the world going dark with it, and staying dark for what feels like centuries—
Until they wake up.]