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

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[It's pure accident that Quentin is walking past the sleepers when Eliot sits up. He's trying to find water, food, anything of use for the first person who coughed their way awake only ten minutes ago and he wanted to, but didn't dare, stay next to Eliot to hope.

Hoping hadn't helped yet, and for all they know, maybe this one woke up because the moon was in the right place or maybe it had something to do with the sheets someone had folded so carefully over them.

Whatever it was, it flies straight out of Quentin's head as soon as he sees the well-known head lift from where he placed him himself four or five days ago. Swallowing hard, Quentin counts to ten. Then twenty. Making sure Eliot is still sitting up, before he launches himself across the room in a fraction of a second, sliding to his knees next to Eliot, and the wound on his back pulls painfully when he lifts his arms, but fuck it. Quentin throws both arms around Eliot's neck.]

Shit! Eliot!

[itselbitch]

[ he groans, the shout doing nothing to help with the headache. ] Q? Jesus-- [ he draws away from his knees and hands and tries to look in his direction. ]

What th-- [ it's only then eliot starts too take in his surroundings. ] How the hell did I get here?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

What? Oh, I dragged you. That's-- Eliot [breathless and with so much feeling behind just that]-- that's not important. [Not really giving a shit if Eliot frowns or tries to pull away, Quentin is just going to hug harder.] You're at the armory. I thought-- it was stupid, because I should have known you'd. But you're awake. [With amazement in his voice, and Quentin pulls way only far enough to look Eliot over, eyes roving over his face and his hands fluttering over Eliot's arms, down to blindly grab for his hands.]

[itselbitch]

[ still barely coherent, he lets quentin do whatever he needs to do, hands slack as they're maneuvered. ]

Yeah, I'm awake. It's-- I mean. It was just dream magic. From the spirits? I guess. Maybe to. I don't know.

Why are we at the armory?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Dream magic? What?

[Which makes a weird kind of sense and then again not, because why the hell with the attacks? Quentin just frowns, clutching Eliot's hands in his. His back feels like it's on fire and Eliot might notice the lacerations on Quentin's hands or the bruises on his face. Or maybe not, there's not a lot of light in the room, just the lanterns, carefully placed next to each sleeper and watched over.]

I-- the cabin wasn't safe? I wanted to get you somewhere safe, and. Yeah, so. That's here. We've been-- shit. We've been trying to keep you all hydrated, and yeah, I know, the popular theory goes that if you're sleeping enough you don't need food or water, but. I wasn't about to take that one for a test drive in the middle of everything else. But it doesn't matter. You're awake.