logsinthenight | 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 the ~~sin bin~~ opt 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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[ this isn't quite how he imagined he'd end up plastered to matt, but it's certainly one way to go. but after being shoved in, he lands with an inelegant faceplant, grunting in defeat as he presses himself upright. ]

Yeah, let's just go into the submerged vessel in the crazy lucid dream. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

[ not that the other two really need the added sarcasm but. even in dreams, there are ways to set yourself up for a nightmare. without full control of the environment, it's difficult to think of a plan b that would bypass anything horrible that could happen (assuming it does), but it's one of those moments where eliot finds himself grateful for specializing in physical magic.

casting lazily he sweeps up the water that pooled in from the hatch and draws it up into an amorphous blob while looking around for somewhere to dump it all. he got the water off of all of your scales, skin, clothing, and whatever else too, by the way. you're welcome. ]

I really hope this isn't a submarine about to make a dive.

[They've landed, it seems, on some kind of deck. A landing. There's a drain not far off that the water can get deposited, and with the hatch sealed, everything is relatively dry...if a bit damp, overall. There's the sound of water, always, which is hard to avoid, considering the outside of this place is surrounded by it. If they move forward, there's a staircase--and they can lean over to see that it spirals all the way downward, to the very bottom of this metal structure.

And it is metal. The whole thing. And it's very obviously still under construction. Even from the very top floor they can tell that the place is going to be hauntingly empty, supplies and materials scattered about, very few viable structures anywhere inside. Whatever this place is, it's new. And it isn't done.]

( this investigation has peaked, there's no going up from forced tiddy touches with eliot. he's gotten all he can out of this experience.

after the sudden release, Matt stumbles to keep his feet. he's lucky he doesn't lose them. at first, he tries to see without his eyes — reaching out with senses, trying to map the place for size, even basic contents. it takes long enough that he isn't quite as rattled or breathless by the time he finally folds and uses his eyes. he hates how easy they are to rely on, when he knows he only gets the luxury for however long this bizarre trip lasts. )

Why would they be building this under the lake? ( it's a huge structure, but ridiculously empty. the staircase is the only thing that hints at anything, and Matt heads that way to test the metal, see if it's sturdy enough to be climbed. ) We've gone this far. Do we keep falling down the rabbit hole?

[Stone drops down to join them, finally, and peers over the edge, down below. Ugh, all those stairs... maybe he'll just climb down in his current form, if he can squeeze through. That'll be faster.

He jerks his head and points down, suggesting agreement. Might as well keep going, since they were dragged this way anyway.

And if he can get his winged form down the central stairwell shaft, he's going to give it a try. Otherwise he'll wind up giving himself a heart attack, or something, climbing them all. Feel free to hitch a ride, boys, at least until and unless he gets stuck.]

[ eliot nods, disposing of the water. ] Yeah. Might as well. It is a dream, so. At best we learn something new. At worst we just. Wake up?

[ he looks toward the staircase. ]

Whatever this facility is, there's got to be something here that tells us. Well. Something. We haven't seen this anywhere in Beacon, or at least I haven't, so there must be something here worth understanding. Unless the spirits are sending us on some kind of wild goose chase.

[With Matt and Eliot riding on Stone once more, they're able to make a descent down layers and layers of empty, under-construction metal floors. There's suddenly a sound of cracking, popping, metallic groaning, and they may think it's going to collapse under the weight of the surrounding water. Or maybe the monster from before is making an assault.

The truth of the dream is much more frightening. Metal railings warp and the bottom beneath them begins to open, until it appears that they're in a giant vortex of artificial teeth. The mouth of the cavernous beast is hot and acrid, black and bottomless. No matter how fast Stone flies away from it, it pulls them down, down, down, and it seems there's no escape.

No way out.

The jaws close around them, and then they wake up.]

EVENT LOG: ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DREAMERS)

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I'll continue to tag this until it's wrapped up, and aimed to have that done by the 7th!

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sorry life's been a bit crazy

wrap up!