EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

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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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[paletteswap]

If you're set on doing this, I'll assist you.

[He doesn't want to see anyone die unnecessarily, his need to save everyone has kicked into intense overdrive.]

How are you on water and rations? The armory doesn't have any on supply if I remember correctly. The defenses may be better than here, the door is sturdier - but there won't be as much to barricade with. Do you plan to set up in the lower target area?

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley rolls his head back and lets out a supremely annoyed groan]

If i have to deal with one more vague prophecy in my life, it will be too soon. And I'm meant to figure out what's next by them? Ridiculous.

[sauntered_downward]

"You look a right mess," Crowley says, crossing his arms. "Heard you decided to kamikaze your way through a bunch of spirits? Any particular reason you thought that would turn out well for you?"

It is important to note how Crowley is acting. That is, he is acting aloof, annoyed, and generally like this whole thing is just one huge bother.

It is important to note this because Crowley refuses to act as delighted as he feels about seeing the human soldier person in one piece, alive, and here with them.

[sauntered_downward]

"Should be able to," Crowley says, waving a hand over the gun to get a feel for it. He snaps a finger, and a box of bullets with a small bag of gunpowder appears in his hand. He offers them over.

"Were we back in my home world, I could create all sorts of weapons, definitely keep these things at bay," he says. "Here, I'm reduced to making bullets."

He supposes it's something, more than they had. But it still doesn't feel like enough, particularly when he knows he should be able to do more. He's a demon, for somebody's sake. His flat was three times larger than the space it occupied, and he just did that with an idle thought. Now he can barely hold together basic miracles.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley flaps his wings to get back into the air, one last person in his arms as he darts towards the Invincible. They'll get the rest of them, he tells himself, but they can't just die in the process. He has to make sure Aziraphale is safe back there.

He zips through the door Xayah holds open and lays another person on the ground, before turning back to face the door.

"Hurry!" he shouts to the human soldier person. He hods up a hand, ready to miracle all of the furniture to hold the door shut the moment he's inside.

apologies for the delay

[sauntered_downward]

"Shit!" Crowley cries out as the other creature leaps at him, jaws snapping. He imagines a cricket bat in his hand and takes a swing at it, aiming for those teeth.

But that's not effective, is it? Just a bat, just a weapon. He thinks about how the muzzle worked, how it stopped the monster in its tracks. If he can think creatively, maybe he can throw this dog off, too.

He thinks about what he knows about dogs. They're large and smelly and generally annoying, but Crowley knows they can be tamed. Tamed how? By treats. He looks at the cricket bat and imagines it as a large bone instead.

Something to tempt the hound, perhaps?

[worthallthis]

Eh. They're fine. Nasty clothes aside, they haven't felt better in days. Not hungry, not smarting from half-healed wounds, not even tired. Death is apparently a nice hard-reset, without requiring cryofreeze. "I was going to go get new clothes," the Soldier points out, but there's a half-smile on their face, anyway. They see right through you most of the time, pal. "But then you were here. Aren't you supposed to be inside. Where it's safer."

[sauntered_downward]

"Yeah, we all gotta go sometime. Don't think I'll be taking your method of getting out, though."

He snaps his fingers, hoping that he can do a miracle as simple as repairing the human soldier person's clothing. It's all a gamble, really, he doesn't know what his powers can and can't do anymore.

"Are we planning on death again, or are we going to make a break for cover?"

[callada]

"You're not the first who's mentioned having trouble with powers that aren't fire," he acknowledges as he opens up the box to look at its contents. He picks one up and turns it in his fingers, finding it's honestly nicer than most he's seen at home. Hm.

"I suppose death must strip us of some of the things we could do in life. I thought I could crush those rock spirits with a good hard kick, but all it did was hurt me." Immensely frustrating.

[sauntered_downward]

"Part of the reason we need to get out of this place," Crowley says. "Get back to where our powers are what they're supposed to be. Back where we don't have----"

He gestures to the door, where all of the monsters are out there, waiting for them.

"You know. Our green eyed superfans waiting to nab us for an autograph."

[worthallthis]

The tac vest is going to take more than a miracle to repair, it's an absolute disaster of torn kevlar, but that does help the combat pants, which are still pretty awesome, because nothing else has as many pockets. And some of the leather on the single arm does knit back together. The Soldier tilts their arm to examine it, looking bemused but pleased.

Then they look back at Crowley with a small smile. "No, I'm not planning on death again. And I wouldn't have done it before if there was another way."

[necromantiae]

You think?

( hey, that would at least give him something to focus on. he rubs his chin before shaking his head and laughing. )

I haven't had a beard in a long time and the last time I did, it was mostly just scruff before I forgot to shave and got lazy. I'm not that ancient, man. Don't make me feel a few years away from a hip replacement.

[worthallthis]

If Crowley is moving, the Soldier is following, at least. They come barreling through the Invincible door, looking around for additional hostiles, and looking vaguely confused and annoyed to only find sleeping people and allies.

Plenty of time to close the door behind them.

[sauntered_downward]

"If the choice comes between you and other people in this town, you always choose yourself," Crowley chastises, though he knows damn well the human soldier person is too much of a hero to let someone die on their watch.

Something moves in the woods near the church, and Crowley turns around sharply.

"Ready to go?" he says.

[worthallthis]

"And if the people includes you?" the Soldier asks pointedly, but they do start walking, switching the gun to their flesh hand so they can use the metal one to protect Crowley if need be, making sure to walk close and keep their ears sharp. "You know I'm not going to let anything hurt you. If I can stop it. And those spirits could have plowed right through the Invincible walls."

[sauntered_downward]

"Did I stutter?" Crowley says. "I don't need you blowing yourself up to save me. You might get some of yourself on my jacket, and that's the sort of stain you can't ever get out."

Cause that, of course, is the reason why Crowley can't fathom the idea of the human soldier person dying for him. He's already certain that if Aziraphale were awake, he'd die for Crowley which is just as unfathomable and horrific. People need to just let Crowley do his own stupid things on his own.

[callada]

"It sounds nice," he admits, "But I'm not holding my breath on finding a way back. If there's a way, it's through that portal, and who knows how to control it."

The controls themselves are clearly located within the lighthouse. Robin has said as much, publicly. But she barely knows how to use them after two decades at the helm. Sure, others here might pick it up quicker - for he's beginning to get the idea that Robin, for all her experience as Keeper, is either not very bright or not very curious - but they won't be getting to try any time soon.

He pockets the bullets and powder, and gives Crowley a nod. "Thanks for these, though. If I find anything out about a way back, I'll keep you updated. I know you're not alone in feeling trapped here."

[sauntered_downward]

That's----surprisingly actually kind of nice. Crowley usually only has people tell him they want to find a way out of here when they're screaming at him to not try so damn hard to try to get out of here. This person at least is willing to collaborate. And, luckily for Crowley, doesn't seem to want Crowley to properly ask for collaboration, which is always good.

"If we can't get them awake soon, I'm going to the Lighthouse," he says. "Let you know what I find up there."

[worthallthis]

The Soldier glances aside at him, eyes narrowed but expression calm. "I'm back. I'm fine. It didn't even hurt, really." Explosions are fast. If they're going to go out, that's the easiest way they've ever done it. "Keep close, please." They'll reach over and grab him to pull him closer, if they have to.

sorry this took a million years to respond!!!

[fawcetted]

"Spikes are always effective, right? There's uh - there's a weapon my buddy Dustin used to talk about, it was part of this game he and his friends played back —" When he used to be alive? When he wasn't here? The sentiment is so automatic, thinking about this place like it's only temporary and it isn't where he's going to spend the rest of eternity. But he can't help it when he finishes with, "— home."

Oof. Keep going, Harrington. Keep going, forget that thought.

"Big spiky ball on a chain. Could be fun. That or a gun that never runs out of bullets."

[callada]

It's still a terrible idea, but he does sort of want Crowley, or someone, to succeed one of these tries. He already knows Crowley is headstrong and not going to be convinced not to go, and hell, maybe flight will even get him there. If he dies, he might come back. If he doesn't return, one less problem for them to deal with.

"Sounds good," he says with a nod, a note of concern in his voice. "If you make it, at least do one thing? Don't kill Robin. I'm sure you can find plenty of information without resorting to murder."

sorry this took so long to respond!!

[fawcetted]

[ Honestly, cute looks and great hair have gotten him through a lot of tough situations. It's a gift he's pretty grateful for. ]

Yeah. [ Gulp. ] I was afraid you might say that. Don't know what's going on with the guys asleep, but it can't be good.

[ Which means it's probably (most definitely) up to them to get rid of these things and wake everyone else up. Not that he knows the first thing to do that. ]

[antiwhat]

[ She pauses thoughtfully, wondering how much she should say. There's an NDA back home to prevent Zier Security employees from spilling the Facility's beans. And then there's the little detail of no one believing it. But here... ]

I work for my dad's security company. But we also... take in strays, I guess you'd say. Unusual people. Creatures. They live at the Facility with me, to keep them safe. So it's just all weird, all the time.

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier looks up from consideration of a second helping of the stew. Something about that twinges a little, gives them an echo of HYDRA. Collecting unusual people and creatures. Keeping them "safe".

They have to ask:]

Stay willingly? They can leave if they want to?

it's totally fine!!!

[necromantiae]

No, I don't think it's just a refreshing nap. It would be nice if we were both wrong about that and I'll be jealous that they got to sleep while we didn't but —

( that doesn't seem like it's the case. )

It's a good strategy, I guess. Leave a bunch of us vulnerable so the other people have to defend them and can't defend other things. It's smart and I hate that.