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

[pure_havoc]

[look he can't judge, he's discovered how magical coffee is as of recently]

If this goes on much longer that's all we'll have in the tavern, coffee and wine. An then not even that. [sniff] A tragedy waiting to happen.

[which, now that he's said so, seems like a real problem. Aside from the whole you know fighting for days on end problem and making sure spirits don't get into the Invincible problem oh and also the hallucination problem. Ugh.]

The perimeter is holding. Have you seen anything in the past few minutes?

[survivaltricks]

[COFFEE IS MAGIC IT'S TRUE]

Define "tragedy."

[comes Akira's nonchalant response, but he seems amused. with one hand, he pushes his mask up to the top of his head, mostly so he can dig his fingers into his eyes and rub away any lingering drowsiness from his lack of sleep]

Nothing within the past few minutes. For now? It's quiet.

[and any stretch of silence, however short-lived, is now a precious commodity]

[pure_havoc]

Good. [though that doesn't stop him from pacing closer, watching the trees for any sign of glowing eyes. Two to keep watch is better than one.]

Running out of wine and coffee is the epitome of a tragedy. Enough to make one start believing in hell. [doot doo twirling a sword in his fingers, showing off] That is, if you believe the prevailing story of our deaths. I've not asked too many of the newcomers, what they think of that.

[survivaltricks]

[twirling a sword. . . well, Akira can't judge. he likes to flip his dagger around when he's standing idle, just to have something to do with his hands. and also to show off. just a tiny smidgen]

Hm? What do you mean?

[that's a curious statement]

Are you asking me if I believe I actually died?

[pure_havoc]

Why yes, that is exactly what I'm asking. [he manages a vaguely sly look over his shoulder] At a time like this even small talk ought to be slightly productive, I think.

[survivaltricks]

[ha]

[another pause, and Akira takes in a deep breath before answering]

In a manner of speaking, yes. I think I did.

[however]

That doesn't mean I think I'm dead now. Or that I think Beacon is the "end."

[he has every intention of making his way back home]

[pure_havoc]

[ooh, what an intriguing theory. So much so that he makes an interested little noise]

I should hope this ramshackle town is not our end, I had been led to believe heaven was far more luxurious. [snort!] But you have hit on it, I think. What is this? When we have to actually consider dying again...and again and again, if the spirits are stronger than us.

[he can hear the snap of branches in the distance, they're out there and probably circling. Are they coming again?]