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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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[Crowley, who has in his arms an unconscious man with white hair, reaches into space and makes a knife suddenly appear out of nothingness. He offers it to the person immediately.]
We can't let them get in here.
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But looking at him, the hair on the back of her neck doesn't stand up, and she can't hear the sounds of searching hands. So he can't be one of her cousins. Thank everything.
She accepts the offered knife, grasping it firmly. ]
Oh... thanks. Handy. [ Ellever squints at the nearest window. She's still panting from kicking the spirit out, but she looks moderately brighter at now having a proper weapon to use. ] Gonna do my best. Was he at the feast too?
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[stupid, stupid, stupid angel.]
Why anyone would trust those spirits is really beyond me.
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Some of them are kind of cute.
[ Then she tilts her head in a "but..." ]
Not these. But uh, yeah, I have this rule not to touch food that I didn't see prepared, so...
[ The spirits are honestly one of her favorite things about Beacon — not now, obviously, but in general. She's loved observing some of them. That said, she wouldn't accept much from them. ]
These make the Will O' Wisps back home seem like nightlights.
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[Crowley turns to look at her properly, his face both disgusted and awed.]
Those things are nothing short of our wardens, and if this doesn't tell you that, I don't know what the hell will.
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I, uh. I might have a different barometer than other people for cute. [ She shrugs again. ] I have a friend who's a moth the size of a car, back home.
[ Moths are cute, though, dangit. She maintains this. Even if most people don't seem to agree. ]
Do you really think all of them are bad? I mean, every group has its psychotic assholes.
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So, no. No, not thinking they're even a little bit cute.
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Right. [ She sighs quietly. ] Yeah. ...I don't even know who got Castiel to eat that food, it's not like him.
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We need to figure out how to wake them up.
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[ Oh. Oh. Ellever blinks, hard, and then makes a mental note to ask Castiel about this later. ...she's going to ask him about it. She's going to see him awake again. Dammit, she'd better, none of these people deserve to sleep forever like this. Especially if the rest of them get killed and then the spirits get access to the sleepers' bodies. What an awful idea. ]
Yeah. We do. Maybe someone here can narrow down if it's 'magic' or some kind of chemical the spirits slipped into the recipes. [ It's the start of a plan? The vague start. She idly scratches the side of her head with her free hand. ] Wish I had our lab equipment from the Facility...
[ A tiny smile is offered, looking a bit more unnerving than usual with her eyes being cloudy and grey all over. ]
I'm Elle, by the way.
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[Crowley tilts his head a bit to the side and looks at her through his sunglasses, noting the change of her eyes. She's definitely far from the scariest person he's ever seen----he works with demons, after all----but it's worth noting. Is anyone in this place just a normal human being? Maybe that's the reason they were chosen to get stuck here in the first place.]
There is a lab here. And a scientist, she might be able to help, might be able to work out what happened to them.
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Oh! [ She frowns slightly. ] Well, that's good. I'm pretty good at research but... going outside to gather information's going to be difficult. Maybe other people outside can get another look at the food...?
[ A second later and Ellever realizes she's rambling out loud. ]
If they wanted to kill Castiel and... your friend... and everyone else, they could have just poisoned the food. Not put them to sleep. So... something's going on.
[ Look, she's trying to be as optimistic as she can. ]
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[he waves a hand at the people sleeping]
This makes us upset. Keeps us afraid for them, unable to do anything but protect them. It's all about fear.
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[ A memory threatens to surface. Just skims the top, like a giant creature under the water only breaching an eye. Ellever suppresses a shiver, but can't quite let go of the icy chill that threatens to creep up her arms or the sound of boots on cement. ]
Do you think they feed on it? Or just like causing it?
[ One of those seems more outright malicious. ]
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But they could just be cowing us. Keeping us in line. Making us unable to or unwilling to run off and leave.
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[ Ellever smiles, thinly, the expression strained with everything going on around them. ]
I think you could be onto something, there. If they kill everyone who wanders too far, maybe there's something we're not supposed to find out there.
[ That just... inspires all kinds of curious thoughts in her, but she's also got a drop of common sense. A drop. ]
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[Hopefully.
He thinks.
Worth trying, in his opinion.]
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[ Then, Ellever shrugs. She isn't afraid of being clawed to death. The worst -- what she's been dreading her whole life -- has already happened. What else is there? Pain is pain. ]
But we're dead, and I've probably got something bad coming to me, so it's worth a shot at some point.
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Something bad coming to you?
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Uh... [ She runs a hand back through her hair idly. ] Let's just say that Bad Things are supposed to happen to the world when I die. And I died.
[ Unhelpfully vague, but Ellever dislikes her status as a Child of the Nine with a self-loathing passion. She shrugs as she adds, ]
So if something bad happens to me, it's... fine.
so sorry for the delay!
End of the world things or just the usual 'world's not the same without you' sort of things?
[He has a feeling he knows what her answer will be]
<3 no worries at all!
[ Ellever shakes her head slightly. She's clearly trying to figure out a good way to word what she needs to. There's... a lot. She has an immense amount of guilt over it. It's heavy, and they're already dealing with this weird nightmare.
Actually, no, this would be a standard nightmare. ]
I wish it was the latter. That sounds nicer than vague prophecies.
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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.
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Fuck, I know. What gives people the right to be so damned vague. Just spit it out. Put in a few footnotes or something. [ She glances at him. ] Or sources? That would be nice.