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logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akira kurusu (al),
- allie pressman (brooke),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- crowley (mj),
- dana scully (carlee),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jon snow (rachel),
- lunafreya nox fleuret (liz),
- m.k. (shira),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- nancy wheeler (chrissy),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- steve harrington (zelly),
- vanitas (king),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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'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.]
no subject
[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]
no subject
[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?
no subject
Ah-- no. Arsene might be "me," but he'll still be in one piece no matter my own physical condition.
[it's an interesting question, one he never really thought of before. he lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, sheepish]
. . . though I'll be honest and say I've never really thought to check.
no subject
[She really does wonder. Oh, maybe not minor injuries, but . . . does the creature shudder in pain? Feel the sensation of ice or fire? Pleasure? What's the limit, precisely? And if Akira were to change his personality as he grows, would the creature too change? Or is it static, frozen from the moment it appeared?]
Are you heading to bed, or are you able to help me?
no subject
[Akira repeats, but there's a small edge of amusement in his voice. history proves that Akira doesn't have that much of a problem with being a guinea pig!1]
And I'm not ready to sleep yet. What can I help you with?
no subject
Take this and head to the other end of the Invincible. Place it out of the way, then turn it on. If there's no reaction, return it to me.
[She doesn't have much faith in this, but it would be nice if it worked. It's a small metal device, about palm-sized and flat. Like if a pancake was steampunk'd.]
no subject
Huh. . .
[vague, and yet he doesn't seem to have a problem with extending his hand out for the object in question]
What kind of reaction am I looking for? Or is it one of those "you'll know when you see it" kind of things?
no subject
[So no, nothing will happen. But one has to try, even if it's to see how one fails.]
Off you go, now.
no subject
[. . .]
Okay.
[he isn't curious enough to ask]
Scientific levitation. . . got it. I'll-- ah. Be back in ten.
[OFF HE GOES INDEED]
no subject
[There's one of those lightning strike smiles, here and gone.
Unfortunately, she's as right as she always is: nothing happens when he turns it on. There's a whirring noise, and maybe he feels something in the buzzing of his teeth, not quite felt but real all the same. She doesn't look particularly hopeful as he returns.]
Nothing, I trust.
no subject
Nothing.
Though I may have been slightly electrocuted.
[if that's what the buzzing sensation was]
[either way, he doesn't sound concerned]