logsinthenight | 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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THE NIGHT IS COLD IN THE KINGDOM
Pre-Event

[ Allie has good reason to be hesitant when it comes to taking part in a feast prepared by others. The events in New Ham, still too fresh in her mind for her to be able to touch the food. While it makes her coming today rather pointless, she's forcing herself to be social. Refusing to become like Harry, hidden away in a room and barely being seen for days.

She arrives early enough, slipping through the throngs of people who don't seem to harbor the same concerns as her. Some of them already piling plates with food or eating straight from the dishes that Allie gives a wide berth, despite her stomach's protests. ]

Was everything here prepared by the Spirits? [ Keeping her voice low, though she's not quite able to mask the suspicion in her tone. ]

DON'T CUT ME DOWN
First Wave of Attacks

[ Allie might not have realized something was horribly wrong if she hadn't been looking at Kol the moment he slumped against the table. His name rising up and leaving her lips just as the sounds of the other spirits broke through the early murmurs of confusion and concern. She's not a complete stranger when it comes to violence. How she'd found herself here is proof enough of that but a mob of scared teenagers trying to play a deadly game of King of the Castle is a far cry from a swarm of death in the form of hostile spirits. Even when it was all going to hell back in New Ham, she'd never been truly afraid. If only she could say the same now as she stares into the glowing green eyes of a spirit as it flashes a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth in her direction.

For one long, sickening moment she find herself rooted to the spot. Her lips parted as if a scream might rise up as the spirit starts coming straight for her. She can't say who it is that streaks in front of her, colliding with the creature. The sound of bones breaking, jarring her out of her terrified stupor and slamming her back into the present. ]

Kol. [ The name of the person she'd last registered passing her lips as her body is spurred into motion. Allie reaching for the splintered remains of a broken chair to use as both shield and weapon. If she were smart, she would have bolted for the Inn. Gotten herself out of the fight rather than remain a liability but there are just as many down as there are trying to stop the onslaught and she can't bring herself to flee and leave the half of them undefended while the rest are inevitably overwhelmed. ]

Wake-up! [ An edge of desperation and panic working its way into her voice once she's able to reach Kol's side. Her hand snaking out to shake him violently, though he doesn't so much as groan from the action. ] Damn it Kol, wake-up!!

[ She's not the only one trying in vain to rouse those who have passed out, she realizes. Allie still holding the chair like a lion tamer as her gaze skates over the chaos around them. ]

Forget it! [ Calling out to somebody who attempting the same as she is. ] We have to get them out of the way. The lanterns too.

SO I'M LOOKING FOR AN OPEN DOOR
The Invincible

[ The splintered wooden leg of a chair is hardly a formidable weapon but when you're 5'5 and look every bit the 17 year old that you are? You could be carrying a machine gun and not look particularly scary, a fact that Allie has long since accepted. Still, she won't go anywhere at the Invincible without it gripped tightly in her had. Refusing to be caught by surprise should the spirits manage to breach their defenses.

She can be found doing what she can to help in the only way she knows how; Checking on those who have passed out. Grabbing bedding and trying to find places for people to sleep. Her own room isn't much but has a couple of mattresses for anyone who has found themselves displaced ad she'll happily suggest somebody stay there if they look like they're ready to drop. Her greatest concern is how long they can all last in here with the supplies that they have at the Inn and that concern is why she can often be found peeking through the slats of wood that have been used to bar the windows. ]

How much food do you think one person could carry if they managed to make it to the general store and back? [ Musing out aloud as she senses the presence of somebody moving closer to her. ]

COLD SKIN DRAG MY FEET ON THE TILE
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The big fellow with the metal arm pauses in the middle of their prowl around the inner wall of the main room, and their bite of sandwich. Eating is a very necessary thing, especially since they aren't sleeping thus far since the attack. Too restless and anxious, too much to do. They swallow the bite in question, then say, "That depends on how much you can carry. And if you have backup. I made a run yesterday. But I am also eating. A lot."

Which means that going back again soon will be a good idea. If she wants to go, though, they are absolutely not letting her go alone. Even if some of these supposedly ordinary people have amazing magical powers or training like the Asset's, they still don't want them out alone.

Edited (dumb phone tag typos) 2019-11-19 19:35 (UTC)

Unless being able to say that she'd survived for seventeen years could somehow considered a super power? Allie should in no way be one of the people leaving the Inn, but while some people are focused on surviving the next twelve hours, she's a little more concerned with how they were all going to survive the next twelve days.

Had she not seen him around she might have been more startled by his appearance, Allie's mouth settled in a grim sort of expression as she drags her gaze away from the darkness she was peering into, to regard him.

"If it's me carrying?" There's not much of her, as Kol will happily tell you. She's on the small side but with adrenaline and a bag or two... "You've been out there." Reaffirming what he'd said. "Is it possible to sneak around or can they see in the dark?"

"They see better than we can out there. And our lanterns make us targets." The Soldier manages, kind of, by being fast and keeping their lantern closed and relying on moonlight and the bonfire. "I have training for that kind of thing." Possibly not surprising, given their size and, you know, the fully articulated, high-tech metal arm. Most people don't get that kind of thing except for a reason.

They have another bite of lunch, because if there's another supply run in the offing they had better finish refueling, then ask, "Do you want to go out?"

[Allie can't see what collides with the creature because it isn't a person at all, but a fireball; around here, they don't give off any light, but they can still do damage. It hits the spirit with a burst of energy, knocking it away from Allie and Kol.

The source of the fireball is a girl who's been around awhile, and the blonde shouting Kol's name had gotten her attention in a hurry.

Hope comes rushing over to her as the spirit tries to collect itself, staring down at her Uncle who is very obviously passed out.]

We need to get him inside. It'll be easier to protect them there.

EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

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Open Door (I lied this works fine)

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