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EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

EVENT LOG:
ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

characters: those who signed up as defenders for the event
location: all around Beacon
date/time: november 16-29
content: the defenders attempt to drive off a spirit invasion
warnings: lots of horror! body horror, psychological horror, gore, violence, etc.. please cw all threads where appropriate! mods will do the same

in your closet, in your head.

It all happens in a matter of moments. Your friends, your companions, and even some people you aren't all that fond of; everyone who took so much as a bite of the spirits' feast suddenly collapses into a comatose heap. Which is bad enough already, but the worst, by far, is yet to come.

Before anyone can really figure out what's happened to the sleepers, the woods surrounding the town come alive with sound. Rustling, screeching, clicking, howling, and under it all, the characteristic hoots and whistles of the forest spirit tongue. But these aren't the friendly creatures that set up the banquet in the first place, and they aren't the familiar faces (or masks) from around Beacon. As they begin to emerge, bursting forth from the trees, these spirits reveal themselves as a horrifying army of terrors. And sprinkled among them, distinguishable by the emerald glint in their sockets, are the infamous "green eyes", the dangerous spirits that appeared once before.

Attempting to talk to these spirits is a moot point, made obvious by their immediate assault on anyone they get close to. They attack with claws and teeth, with limbs far stronger than they have any right to be, and the green eyes, as they are wont to do, will try to get into your head. Somehow, they seem to know what it is that scares you most, and they don't seem too hesitant to use it. It's not clear what they want— are they here to eradicate you? To frighten you? To send a message?

Whatever the case, one thing is very clear: you and everyone else, sleeping or waking, are in serious danger. Are you ready to defend Beacon?

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[It was only a matter of time before he was injured, but that doesn't mean it had to be right then and there.

Here's the thing: it's every person for herself out there, yes or no? Of course yes. Selflessness is all well and good, and certainly one can contribute for the greater good, but if it comes down to her life or the life of some person she barely knows? Ah, well. Best of luck, but she isn't going to risk her life for him.

So it was a fight. So they ran together for a time, thrown together purely by circumstance, and when the creature had pinned them, Rosalind had--

--run. Thrown him forward (not that it mattered much, not with him doing his best to do the same damn thing) and fled, and now here they are, in the Invincible, and she sees the result of her handiwork.]

Well done not dying.

[It's crisply said, but she's grabbing medical supplies. God forbid he bleed out on the floor of what is, technically, her home.]

I would've meowed had you sad cat treats.

[that response is delivered rather dryly, so dry it's hard to tell if he's being serious. AKIRA PLEASE]

[but anyway! Akira also darts behind the building with Ambrose's urging, pressing himself close to the wall as he crouches down. he looks a little too comfortable in this position, actually]

I was making sure everyone made it somewhere safe. I'm not sure if everyone here is capable of fighting or not.

Are you hurt?

[It's hours later. They're not the only two barricaded in the Invincible, but a good majority of people seem to either be sleeping or, failing that, at least resting somewhat. Rosalind sits, her hands busy with . . . something palm-sized and mechanical.]

[the only thing Akira does in response to this mysterious stranger leaping off of the rooftop and landing gracefully in front of him is step back to give her more room. he's used to those impressive displays of athleticism and grace, after all]

Mm. So far, so good.

[no signs of danger. . . yet. but much like Xayah, the hairs on his neck stand on end, as though he can feel something sinister out in the trees plotting against them]

You didn't see anything from up above either, did you?

[Akira's response is immediate]

Yes, please.

[he tilts his chin up a bit, eyes determined]

. . . especially if the Invincible is in even more danger than it would've been otherwise because of me.

[he made this mess by posting to the unsecured network. he has to clean it up]

Yes, ma'am.

[ He says it dryly, he usually does. The difference here is that they're both too serious about getting this thing to work to have much room for the occasional tit for tat. Riku has, as is normal for these endeavors, been doing the heavy lifting, but especially so when considering her injury.

Riku steps around the inert transport, snatching up his lantern as he moves. The light has been less than ideal, but neither of them are particularly keen on drawing attention. They keep noise, chatter, and light to a minimum, and hope for the best.

He follows the cable to its plug, crouching there. Riku looks over at her, his lantern throwing a warped shadow of his profile against the wall. His hair has gotten longer, parts of it have grown past his jawline to dust at his collar. If they survive this, in another few months it might even warrant a hair tie.

As he stares at her, Riku nods, ready. ]

Kuai keeps his back to Rosinante as he puts the child in his bag. He's seen her plenty of times but currently can't recall her name or if they'd ever spoken. Actually in the brief moment he'd looked at the sleeping faces of those at the table he realizes that he really hasn't spoken to most of them.

And he's not going to get a chance to if they don't do something about this situation.

Would the creatures attack those who were vulnerable first? Or the ones who seemed like a threat? It could go either way, and Kuai is at the defensive while Rosinante gets Mary and Will situated. A creature barrels towards them out of the forest and Kuai immediately sends out a blast of ice, freezing it in place. The ice barely glitters, the lack of light causing it to look otherworldly and fake. From inside it's frozen prison the creature lets out a high pitched wail of frustration, unable to move its jaw to do much else.

"We should get them to the Invincible, start getting it secured and then bring as many there as we can. It'll consolidate where the enemies will attack, but be easier to defend than multiple spots."

The creature is very stuck, but it's not dead, and eventually it'll break free and come after them again. In preparation, Kuai is keeping his hands free to freeze it again. But in the meantime he puts up an ice wall between the forest and this side of the festival area. It won't block all of them and at only about ten feet wide they can go around it, but maybe it'll be enough to give everyone running around a moment to start getting people to safety.

Someone else will have to get the other side as he can't freeze the entire perimeter. Well, he could, but it would tax him enough that he'd be worthless for further fighting. Maybe as a last resort.

[aha. so there is someone locked inside. good, Akira thinks. he'd hate to see what might happen if the spirits got their hands on a ton of weapons]

Kurusu!

[he calls back, but knowing how new of an arrival he was, he didn't expect the mysterious armory resident to recognize it]

Akira Kurusu. I just got here on the last ferry. If you don't want to let me in, I'd understand.

[but boy he really wants a knife]

[There. A breath, a switch, and then--

She feels it in her teeth first, oddly enough. That surge of power, vibrating on a frequency that leaves her ears ringing and her teeth buzzing . . . it fills the laboratory, and Rosalind smiles grimly. Something in the machine surges, crackles, and she straightens up.]

Fifteen minutes. It has to go through all the atoms within the structure and suspend them individually, one by one.

[So fifteen minutes is pretty speedy, all things considering. But while her science is efficient, it is also loud, and she throws a worried glance at the door as the thrumming grows louder.]

. . . grab that tripwire. String it over the doorframe. We're going to set up defenses.

[by now, Akira has likely gotten into a few scuffles. nothing major, with no major injuries, but he does seem to have a few scratches on his cheeks and arms. likely from running through heavily wooded areas.]

[he starts when he's addressed, his mind having gone wandering as he rested. he's dressed in his normal clothes instead of Joker's getup, and he lets out a deep exhale as he runs his fingers across a light scratch trailing across the back of one hand]

It's nothing serious.

[he's had worse]

Are you?

[he asks that question first, but his gaze does flicker to the mechanical thing in her hand]

A bit. Nothing that matters.

[Injuries that have been tended, blood splattered and already dried onto her clothes.]

A question: your, ah, Persona. Does he grow injured the same way when you're hurt? That is: will he have bruises and scrapes reflecting upon him?

This is the most obvious place for us to go. Also with how many of us there are, not subtle that we're here. They could have guessed anyway.

[Light might not travel far, but there's still plenty of lanterns inside, light leaking through the cracks in their fortifications and from their patrols. All that to say, he didn't give away as much as he thought, and now they know the spirits can access the network. It evens out.]

Come in. Get something to eat. We'll talk schedules.

[They step back, rapping on the door for whoever's inside waiting to open the bar and let them in, while their eyes rove back around, looking and listening for potential attack at a vulnerable moment. The bar lifts with a scraping sound, and the door pushes open, and whoever is on the other side gets well out of the way.]

[ Riku becomes more alert, like he's the one energized, but it's only because he hears and feels the hum and comes to a similar conclusion as Rosalind does, at around the same time: this is definitely going to draw someone's attention. He leaves his lantern in the corner. Not the best place, but better than where it might be carelessly tipped over, struck, or stepped on.

He instead scans the room for the tripwire and sets to the task, snatching the broadsword he left leaning against the wall as he backs away, sweeping over the lab with his eyes. The windows aren't large here, and that's good, but it still feels too exposed.

They could hide if it came to that, as a last resort. He'd rather not expose Rosalind carelessly to the Darkness... if something gets through, could they really call it careless if it's what helps them survive? He starts towards a window, pulling closed any shade or shutter, testing the latch. ]

Is there a closet? If something gets in, go there.

[ A name he doesn't recognize. Even better.

He considers. It seems like he's alone. If he isn't, if there's an ambush waiting, he'll deal with it then. Things aren't so dire that they've started turning against each other, or they'd have bigger problems than their immediate survival.

They'd be facing a reset.

From the other side of the door, there's a muted scrape of metal, a latch thrown, and the door opens partially. ]

...Get in quickly. Did anything follow you?

I am not hiding in a bloody closet.

[If one of those creatures come in, she's going to kill it: both for having the audacity to come into her lab, her laboratory, how dare it-- and because she has no intentions of cowering and hoping it won't spot her. Can't run, either, not if it's crawling in. The only sensible option is to fight.

She's busy as she snaps that, though, grabbing a very small, innocent looking device. Fixing it to the doorframe, she drags it down to where the tripwire is, then nods grimly.]

Try not to set off the trap. It will make a noise at around 130 dB, which is quite overwhelming. And--

[A weapon. Her dagger, and she's not nearly as good at it as she ought to be, but it's something.]

Your friend posted about your absence on the network. And Bruce got in his own way by responding at all.

[ he answers the question he knows wasn't asked. he just wanted to get a real idea of why. He trusts Bruce did it for a good reason-- but also... that entire conversation getting posted the way it did probably didn't help. This was something only Riku could fix, probably. ]

And I'm guessing you still haven't found your tablet.

[ he folds his arms over his chest, and leans against the wall. casual. he's silently appraising. ]

Too risky.

After it got announced on the network? I'm not interested in being an obvious target. And they seem to be drawn to the people who are awake.

[ he offers the slightest shrug. he was confident in his own tactics and capabilities-- unstated in that entire answer. but he's used to operating alone. ]

Yeah.

Better me than someone who can't fight-- which. There are plenty of those people around here.

[ he's keeping an attentive eye out, evident in his posture. He's not staying still for long. though... maybe staying still would make him a more attractive target for a moment. ]

I'd like to avoid what happened the last time there was a party here.

[ There's plenty that can be said in a look. Riku stares at him for a moment without any sign of realization. His teal eyes drop thoughtfully, and he turns back to wiping clean his hands in a kind of feigned nonchalance. He obviously has no idea who might have posted anything. Daylight? He was a worrier, sure, but Riku doesn't believe he's been gone nearly long enough to warrant that.

The others likely had too much on their hands to notice. He had no roommates. He had some routines that involved people, like the time he'd spend in M.K.'s company as he transcribed the month's logbook entries to the network. But M.K. couldn't read, let alone network-savvy enough to bother. ]

I haven't. What do you mean, Bruce got in his own way by responding?

[ That could imply anything, it could imply What's Bruce got to do with anything? and maybe he's even banking on it. Not to pull anything over on Jason, but to prompt a little more information. He rues moments like this and his own neglect of the network. It always felt like a chore, that tablet. An essential one. ]

[Their training in tactics obviously came from different schools of thought, but the Soldier isn't going to argue. They made the offer, that's all they can really do. Well, except:]

May I stop by every couple of days until this is over? I can bring supply if you need it.

... He gave pretty standard answers for him, from what I've observed.

[ he pauses. he may as well make this obvious, make it plain what he wanted. He didn't want to get too into the specifics of his relationship with Bruce, but also... They probably wanted to know Riku was fine. And he would rather not have others think there's a kidnapper out there. ]

It made it look like you were kidnapped-- and you should probably, I don't know... Do something to fix that impression.

Not least for your friends' sakes.

"Aziraphale!"

Crowley had been standing apart from the feast, choosing to judge everyone who had decided to partake rather than partaking himself. The whole thing was stupid, he had decided. Why trust the spirits? Who would trust the spirits and indulge in a bunch of stupid food?

The answer to that was, of course, Aziraphale. Aziraphale, who had quickly fallen asleep and was laying limply in Crowley's arms.

He grips the angel as he looks out to the forest where Xayah is looking.

"Shit, oh shit," he says, scrambling to lift Aziraphale into his arms. "Quick, we have to get out of here."

"I don't know, I was on patrol and didn't see." The Soldier can hear the sounds from the forest, but Crowley's distress has their visual attention. Their brain is already running through potential plans for if those sounds actually mean an attack. The only viable one includes walls between the sleeping people and a source of danger. "We need to get people inside." Worry about waking them later. The Soldier strides to Crowley and Aziraphale's end of the table. "Crowley. Can you carry him or do you need me to."

1. Pre-Event - OTA

Crowley thinks everyone partaking in this event is stupid. Including---no, especially his dear friend Aziraphale, who couldn't possibly turn down a meal with the spirits.

He should be sulking away, informing everyone how stupid this is, and pouting somewhere, because that feels like the right thing to do. Instead, he's going to be standing just to the side of the feast, leaning against a tree, and all but boring holes into Aziraphale's head, glaring at him to express how much he thinks this is a bad idea.

It's not that Crowley doesn't trust the spirits. He just thinks they all want to kill them, that's all. It would be a funny world if he went around accepting food from someone he thought was trying to kill him.

2. Post-Event, the Invincible - OTA

Crowley isn't drunk at the Invincible, and that's probably a first for him. Instead, he's pacing the floor, looking down at the people they've brought here to try to keep them safe. It's a lot of people. He pauses over Aziraphale, sitting as still as death on the floor, then continues to pace.

"We should get some of the tables up against the windows," he says. "Get a patrol upstairs, make sure nothing can come in upstairs, as well."

Is this Crowley, trying to work together as a team?

It's up for you to decide.

3. The Invincible - The Long Haul - OTA

Crowley isn't leaving the Invincible. More importantly, he's not leaving the side of the sleeping people. He'll pace around them, stopping to sit beside Aziraphale and watch him sleep, before getting up and pacing some more.

As long as he eats and drinks water, he doesn't need to sleep, right? That's what Rosalind said (where the hell is she, anyway?) and that's what Crowley is taking to heart.

He should probably rest. He should probably help the fighters out there. He's going to stay where he is unless you stop him.

4. The Laboratory - Closed to Rosalind

There are very few people Crowley likes in this town. One of them, for reasons that are really beyond him, is Rosalind, and he has no idea where she is. She could be dead for all he knows, but he really doubts it. She's far too clever. When he secures Aziraphale under the human soldier person's careful eye, he heads out on his own.

Where would she be? He goes to the last place he can remember thinking of as her home, that lab of hers.

He moves swiftly, taking flight and landing just nearby.

He waves a hand over the door to try to open it.

"Hello?"

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PM me for your wildcard. We're up for anything.

Crowley has yet to leave the Invincible. Color him the least helpful person here, really. He's done a lot of fortifying the Invincible, wandering around the sleeping people like he's totally lost, and staring at the alcohol behind the bar like all he wants to be is really, really drunk. He doesn't drink, though. He just stays awake and watches over the sleeping people.

But there's someone hurt, now. He looks down at sleeping Aziraphale. If Aziraphale were awake, he'd be helping. He'd be wanting Crowley to help. He'd be dragging Crowley along to make sure that people were getting healed, that people were being protected. With a very visible eye-roll and a very audible sigh, Crowley calls out:

"Do you want some help with that, or what?"

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