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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No!

( She doesn't realise she's shouting until the sound tears out of her throat, as her feed fall away from under her and the platform starts to stretch endlessly on like some Escher nightmare, as though it went from walkway into a saltplain that stretched on for miles.

Or maybe it was just metres, but it was all the same for what it had snatched out of her reach, and there's a flare of rage in her. Anger with Kol for saving her life, anger at the voice that had told her to die, a fury that's directed externally and internally with equal and conflicting intensity.

She doesn't-- totally get it. There's too much going on in her head, a battle of what she wants and doesn't want in the same breath, too sharply contradictory and she can't make sense of it, and Sarissa is still on her knees, hands pressing hard at either side of her head, before she staggers first to one foot, and lurches so she's standing.

As difficult as this is for her to get her head around, she starts to move towards Kol, even if it feels like she's moving through tar, for how hazy her mind is. )

Hey, you dick. You don't get to decide for people.

( Even if they wish for death? Some calm, logical part of her offers, and another part of her that doesn't feel like her agrees with Kol, and another is just too exhausted. )

[ daylight doesn't seem to be there anymore.

he doesn't fight back when kol tries to haul him out off the rails. while he isn't making it any easier for how his form is limp and heavy, he's not flailing nor kicking. he's... just there, still and quiet, optics wide but dim as he stares at nothing in particular while poor kol is left to deal with the dangling hybrid.

but- there's no denying strange sounds are being made by him. due to his attempt to jump off and being stopped, his battered frame is making some eerie sounds: hiccups and groans of too taut cables, creaks and shrieks of exposed wires crackling in open air. and- oh by the stars-

day is still trying to sing.

even with his vocaliser crushed and being ground down by the rope tied around his neck, day is still trying to sing and garbled, distorted sounds are spat out from the ruins of his dandling vocaliser now and then: ] -false hope-

-before darkness can... caN'T STOP iT...

[ kol did not eat tainted food to go on some trippy vivid and fucked up dream dnd mission for this shit.

stubbornly refusing either of them to die is a gift. what happens if you die in the dream? what happens if you die by the dream? is there a way of waking? is this how finn felt, trapped in his coffin, unable to really wake up?

the world eaters are coming. doom's on it's way. even though death lingers thickly in the air with despair as a nice, thick icing, kol refuses to give up. he's only ever given into death just once, and it had been at the hand of finn. allowing himself to give into his fate is not the mikaelson way.

it's also the mikaelson way to take choices from people, but let's say that's more niklaus than kol. ]

Hey! Hey!

[ whatever he wants to say, he can't manage to say it. daylight's noises are loud in his hypersensitive ears and sarissa's anger only rivals it. with a headache forming, kol decides maybe it's worth dying in the dream—but maybe at someone else's hand. while a murderer, he has no desire to snap the necks of daylight or sarissa, or rip their hearts out of their chests. perhaps it would be a gift if he did—a swift death at the hands of someone they mediocrely like is probably better than this. but kol has always been afraid to die alone.

he's never quite done it before, but he does his best to overwhelm it. pick it apart at the seams; change the stubborn landscape he hasn't been able to dig his fingers into. perhaps enough pressure will have daylight come to and sarissa become more wilder in her anger towards the dream.

at least, if they die, it'll be by his hand—and they can yell at him when they're awake. you only dream once. ]

EVENT LOG: ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DREAMERS)

cw mentions of attempted suicide.

cw: mentions and depiction of attempted suicide and descriptive gore.

cw: references to suicide.