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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ambrose spellman ( ota )

[necromantiae]

▶01. FOOD POISONING

---

Well, this is bad.

( for a second, ambrose considers going to the church because had everyone just died? had people just died in front of him and were about to come back to life in a big way?

something tells him that this is different though. he leans over towards someone nearby and he can feel them still breathing. a hand in front of their nose confirms it. he stands, looking around at the people still awake and the people asleep. )

Did I miss a schedule naptime? ( look, he's trying not to panic. )

▶02. SPIRIT INVASION

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( he's helped move a few of the sleeping people to safer places but he's found that his talents are more useful in dealing with spirits who really do have bad attitudes.

he sticks to spots with a lot of places to hide and that's where he is now, ducked behind a building while he catches his breath. he can hear things going on around him, noise and the sound of metal against metal and people yelling and organizing things.

it's chaotic. one particular noise catches his attention because it's close and ambrose mutters an incantation low under his breath before swinging around the side of the building and raising his arms, magic ready to be thrown when he realizes it's not a spirit but someone else who's living in beacon. )

I nearly turned you into dog treat!

( he'd been preparing to do something way worse than that. he shakes his head and drops his hands. )

▶03. WILDCARD

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( feel free to throw other scenarios at me. i'm at spoonishly for plotting. )

2

[survivaltricks]

[poor Akira, almost turned into dog food when he would much rather be cat food. . .]

[a surprise noise escapes Akira's mouth as this mysterious spell-slinging stranger leaps out in front of him. on instinct, he jerks back, adopting a defensive post as his coattails flutter behind him. but it only takes a second for him to realize that this guy isn't an enemy, and he forces himself to relax as his expression turns apologetic]

[he can't blame the guy, after all. tensions are high and there are enemies everywhere. they have to be careful]

[but even so, Akira can't help but comment, his tone both dryly humorous and bewildered]

. . . woof woof?

[HUMOR IS HOW HE COPES]

[necromantiae]

Did you really just bark at me?

( he gives akira a look before shaking his head and reaching out to grab him so he can pull him behind the building and out of sight. )

What are you doing, wandering like that?

[survivaltricks]

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.

[necromantiae]

Then you fall into the brave but not stupid category.

( which was good. )

You're all right? Has any of those things...managed to get to you?

[survivaltricks]

[. . . thumbs up!!]

Thanks.

[should Akira be proud?? he feels a little proud. mostly amused, though]

I'm fine, though. I've mostly been bolting whenever I run into one.

[and he might have a few scratches on his cheeks are arms, but otherwise? for now. . . he's still in one piece]

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[featherknives]

They are alive, [Xayah mutters with a scowl as she pulls her hand back from checking person for their pulse. This has never happened before- that party they had before, the food was fine. Xayah personally didn't see anyone suffer from it.]

They seem to be knocked out.

[Her ears perk up at the sudden sound coming from the forest and she stops moving. The prickling feeling across her skin is not because of the chill wind.]

...do you hear that?

[necromantiae]

Yes.

( but he really wishes he didn't because whenever someone asks a question like that, it's usually followed by bad news. )

I do but I really wish I didn't. I really wish these people all just drank too much and passed out. That would be preferable.

[featherknives]

[Sorry buddy, she doesn't like these bad news either.]

Not all wishes come true, sadly. We need to take cover before-

[-before masked spirit shows up that just showed up. Can he fight?]

-move. Now.

[necromantiae]

Take cover?

( it takes him a minute to realize why and when the hair on the back of his neck stands on end, he throws up a quick warding spell, providing some protection to a few people before sighing. )

I'm dead. Can't I rest in peace?

[featherknives]

Well, you know what they say-

[she has several blades summoned between her fingers-]

No rest for the wicked. [She tilts her head at the spell-] How long can it last? [Long enough for them to move the others to the inn? It's the closest.]

2

[antiwhat]

[ With her roommate safely -- for now -- in the Invincible, and with a knife in hand, Ellever's exited the building for a short time just to make sure no one needs help getting the unconscious people to safety. It's hard to fight when you have a body to drag or carry. She's just finished stabbing a spirit trying to do just that to a passing person when someone comes around the corner.

Her eyes widen and, on pure instinct, she jumps back, knife brandished.

...oh! ]

Yikes. Um. Hi. [ Ellever offers a shaky smile. Her eyes are grey and cloudy, but otherwise, she seems normal. For normal senses, at least. ] Thanks for not doing that? I don't want to be bite-sized.

[necromantiae]

( ambrose keeps his hands up but in a gesture of surrender before dropping them to his sides and gesturing her closer. )

You're welcome. I would have changed you back if I had but it didn't happen so we're all good.

( whew. )

What are you doing out here?

[antiwhat]

[ Ellever lets out a shaky, nervous laugh. She did find his comment funny, it was just hard to do anything properly with all of this adrenaline in her system and the spirits rampaging around them. ]

I'm trying to find anyone who needs a helping hand. Hard to drag a body and beat back spirits. I did that earlier. No thanks.

[ Well, she hadn't dragged Castiel, but she'd half-carried him. He was taller; it had been inconvenient. ]

What about you? There's a group starting to reinforce the Invincible.

[necromantiae]

I've seen them.

( the people heading towards the invincible, at least. it had been easy to predict what they were doing and he'd gone out to try and keep the flow of spirits from becoming too bad. )

Just trying to take a few of these things down so there's less crawling all over people who can't defend themselves. They're nasty little things. Not nice to look at either.

[antiwhat]

Ha, so we had the same idea.

[ She's smiling as she glances from side to side quickly, trying to get a measure for if something's trying to sneak up on them. Ellever only has melee range, and that's risky when you're fighting things like these. She misses her gun terribly. ]

Yeah, no, they look like what those haunted house performers wish they looked like. [ So saying, Ellever's never actually been in one. Too sheltered when she was young, and disinterested as an adult. She's just seen footage. ] Except you can actually punch these guys.

[ She holds up a hand. Her knuckles are becoming bruised, but it doesn't bother her. ]

They're solid, too.

2

[moderatelymaladjusted]

What-

[Quentin comes a sudden stop, and the travois strapped to his waist pushes him forward a little and his bow is up, the arrow nocked and the spell for making it fly true is on his lips even before Ambrose stops talking. He hisses back, an agitated whisper-]

Shhhh! Be quiet! There's one coming up behind me- small, too many legs, teeth.

[He pants it out, getting down on one knee to take aim just as the thing careens around the corner. It's eerily quiet as it climbs closer on stilted legs, it's bloody maw hanging grotesquely open and revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.]

Fuck!

[necromantiae]

( what in the dark lord's name is that? ambrose has seen some scary, gross, disturbing things before but this is...right up there with him. he shuts up quickly, ducking behind quentin, magic swirling around his hands just in case that thing tried to attack. )

Shoot it, man! Shoot it before it...does something to us!

( he doesn't want to become some gross little thing's dinner! )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Does something--?

[He moves his fingers through the small tut, drawing the arrow back just as the thing jumps forward, letting out an inhuman shriek like a thousand nails getting dragged down a thousand chalkboards and Quentin lets the arrow fly.

It soars through the air and slams in to the gaping mouth, the creature falling sideways as it keeps screaming and flailing it's limbs around.]

So- hey? And also, I don't have that many arrows. Do you have,uh, a sword or something? A knife?

[necromantiae]

I have...

( he trails off and wiggles his fingers. )

Been using magic and running, mostly. I don't tend to carry weapons because what I have is usually sufficient. Guess I should invest in something sharp and pointy.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[The creatures lurches and Quentin shots it again, hands shaking and he wipes a hand over his face.]

I've been trying not to? Because, uh, I don't want to run out? Or, you know, not have enough in case something really big shows up. But yeah? Probably? I mean, if there was ever a time for sharp and pointy things, now would be it?

02

[fawcetted]

Geez, geez! It's just me, man! Calm down!

[ Steve's got no idea what the other guy is talking about, but he's just as startled to see someone whirling around the other side of the building with their arms up like they might be ready to attack him.

Of course his hands look to be empty, but then he'd just said something about — wait, what? ]

You were gonna what me?

[necromantiae]

I thought you were one of those things!

( not that steve looks anything like those spirit things but he's a little on edge! )

I didn't do it though it's all good. It's fine, we're fine, no one's a dog treat.

( see, everything was fine! )

[fawcetted]

Well thank god for that.

[ Does Steve sound a little bit sarcastic, his tone a little biting? Naaaah .....

There's also the fact that he's not a hundred percent sure this guy is literally talking about turning him into a dog treat. Not that he wouldn't believe him if he said so, he's friends with a girl with psychic powers, but dog-treating things is kind of a weirdly specific power.

He quickly shifts over to Ambrose's side of the building. His heart is still racing. ]

You got any other tricks up your sleeve? Maybe something we can use against those things?

[necromantiae]

What do you think I've been doing out here, man?

( certainly not making friends with those things. he gestures steve closer and, once he does get close enough, throws up a protective spell to give them a barrier against those nasties. )

And before you say something sarcastic, I've been trying to keep them busy or at least take a few of them down before they took someone else down.