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

[worthallthis]

I uploaded a program to the network for learning and translating Morse Code. Some of them know that. Might be easier.

[For now, though...]

Does that mean I can still check in and bring you food?

[mind_blown]

Morse code I can do. [ tap code, too. whatever code there was-- though it occurs to him that Soldier might not know tap code. He sees "Russia" written all over him-- like a nicer, friendlier, actually helpful KGBeast.

Maybe this is what it was like to be on KGBeast's side. He'll never know, given the man's eternal dedication to overthrowing the government. And killing his brother. No big deal. ]

I'd prefer a rendezvous point. The less signs of life there are at this place, the better.

[worthallthis]

[The lantern might also give a strange clue, being clearly an antique-- but an American antique. World War 2 vintage, if Jay might recognize it.

The Soldier just nods, looking satisfied but not smug. They can still help, and that's a reasonable precaution to take.]

Just tell me where to meet you, and when.

[mind_blown]

The harbor.

[ that one is easy enough-- he was already planning on making trips. if nothing else, to pull monsters away. but how often was a harder thing to nail. ]

24 hours. See how the situation looks then?

[worthallthis]

Twenty-four hours, then, at the harbor. Between the docks and the ruins of the boathouse.

[Since the harbor is a big place, and meeting at either place seemed like it wold feel more like being a target.

And that's really all that needs to be said, isn't it. The Soldier inclines their head, and starts to head back the way they'd come.]