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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[worthallthis]

The Soldier, unlike Crowley, waits until they've swallowed to speak. "We wait until we can't fight anymore. Or until it's longer than the last time terrible shit happened here and then stopped without warning." Because they might not be great at thinking about the future, but they do have crystal-clear memories of the past in this place, since their death. And these things keep happening for no damn reason.

Except there has to be a reason, they just don't know what it is, yet. When the other spirits return, when Robin starts replying again, they need to ask more. Stop being shy and nervous and just ask things.

"We're not there yet," they say, and have more sandwich.

[sauntered_downward]

"When is there, then?" Crowley's voice has an edge to it. He feels like he could handle a few days of this---but this long? Not knowing what's going on with Aziraphale, not knowing when the assault will end...

He drops the sandwich back on the plate and waves a hand dismissively.

"It doesn't matter. We won't run out of ammunition, i can make sure of that. We could do this literally forever."

[worthallthis]

Oh, that's not something the Soldier knew. They look down at the gun strapped to their thigh and frowns a little, thoughtfully. They'd been saving their bullets, but if Crowley can replace them... hmm. "When we can't fight anymore. Even I'll get too tired or injured eventually. So no, we can't do this forever." They look back up at Crowley. "But we can last a little while longer. Another week, maybe two, if the food holds and we're lucky. If the spirits don't change their tactics. And you don't do something stupid."

They love you, Crowley, but you have stupid ideas sometimes.

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley looks at them innocently.

"Something stupid? You mean like firebomb the Lighthouse to get that woman to wake up everyone here and stop the assault?"

[worthallthis]

The Soldier makes a supremely frustrated kind of noise around their mouth full of bread, cheese, meat, and veggies. One handed, while they chew, they fish out their tablet and unlock it, navigate to their version of the network, and link to one of the (very few) threads they've made there, privated to themselves but visible from their own tablet.

They hand it to Crowley, point, swallow their current bite, and say, "Read that. That is why we can't attack her. She knows people. We need what those people know. And those people won't come here if we're recklessly attacking her."

[sauntered_downward]

Crowley looks at the human soldier person's messages to the Lighthouse Keeper. He could be right, she could be telling them important information. She could really be trying to help. But, then again----

"She could be lying to you," he says, handing the tablet back. "She could be afraid of you, trying to convince you to stay away while some mysterious person who will never show up is her bargaining chip."

[worthallthis]

"Sure. Everyone could be lying to us. This could be an elaborate game by fucking HYDRA for all we know." The Soldier accepts the tablet, and uses it to poke Crowley in the chest, not entirely gently. "But you are compromised right now and not thinking clearly." The Soldier taps the tablet once more against Crowley's chest, before shutting it off and putting it away inside the tac vest again. "This is the only lead we have to learning anything. To maybe using that knowledge to get you home. We cannot risk it just because you want someone to blame."