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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Comments

pre-event

[mind_blown]

[ the noise is what draws him-- maintaining a bike makes noise that doesn't belong there. And it interests Jason-- in the same way he'd been originally drawn to Dick's treehouse. It interested him. There's a sense of wariness over what could make the noise, but also... well, this whole thing was a horror movie come to life anyway. and he probably would've ignored the basic horror rules in any case.

he looks around the wall, and sees the flash of light, implying this was a person. or one of the settlers like him. and so he relaxes, and approaches a little more casually, allowing his footsteps to make some noise. ]

So, you're back.

[equinoctials]

[ It's not easy to work by lantern light, but so much time spent in the dark has made Riku tolerate it. Trying to read by it for too long can make his head ache, maybe that's why he tended to sit near another while he read. The proximity of two lanterns threw better light than one.

Riku looks up at the sound and, once determining it's another resident of Beacon, he glances back down - long enough to put down his tool and wipe his hands on a rag. He says you're back and he isn't someone Riku knows well enough to think that his time away should mean anything, should be noticed. That's why he glances again at Jason, a little confused. ]

Yeah. What's up?

[ It's a neutral enough response, as Riku tries to decide if there's some deeper meaning behind his observation or just a casual lead-in to a request, like he was looking for Riku for something in particular. ]

[mind_blown]

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. ]

[equinoctials]

[ 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. ]

[mind_blown]

... 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.

[equinoctials]

[ Standard answers. That... that could mean anything. In the weeks he spent enjoying some of that Wayne hospitality, he's learned that Bruce can be a chameleon, able to hide in plain sight, capable of finding ways to communicate in ways that reach some pretty stubborn people.

He would know, being one of them. Kidnapped.

Riku makes a sound like a laugh, scoffing. Maybe at first, but all of that... had been about his own safety, too. He was pretty messed up, without Bruce's intervention, Riku's not so confident he wouldn't have done something regrettable. ]

That depends. Who was asking?

[mind_blown]

MK.

[ he doesn't need to go far in his defense of Bruce. This could be a casual interest-- and he hasn't implied any deeper knowledge. At least as far as he knows. He doesn't want to make their relationship blindingly obvious. Not least of which because he wants to stop giving Bruce avenues of inquiry.

Which is easier said than done when it comes to Bruce, and being forced to be in such close proximity to him.

But he knows for sure, Bruce probably doesn't want the reputation of a kidnapper. ]

[equinoctials]

[ When Riku said that depends, he mainly meant that he didn't expect much to come of it if it was most people. He says M.K. and that person was one of the large exceptions to the rule. He doesn't content himself with complaining about something and then does nothing about it.

He might have some explaining to do, if it was just anyone. M.K., however, he's exactly the kind of guy who would do something about it. Riku, surprised, pushes the heel of his palm against his brow, scooping the hair out of his eyes. ]

M.K.? Used the network?

[ He wouldn't believe it, except Jason doesn't seem the kind of guy who would joke about this, especially not when it seems like he's here for Bruce's sake, not out of any concern for him or M.K. - they're not friends, he barely knows Jason. Riku assumes, perhaps inaccurately, that Jason and Bruce are friends and, like Bruce, Jason plays those cards close to his chest out of a similar appreciation for privacy.

He doesn't pry. ]

Thanks for the warning. I'll talk to him and clear this up.