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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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Whoa.

( so, that would be a yes to your question. )

That's...really cool, man. Nice job. I can feel it. It's — yeah, it's warm. It's really warm.

[It's not exactly like cooperating magic from back home, there's a frizzle of magic brushing up against his own but there's not the same kind of rush of arousal sliding in next to it. Not as much anyway, which is probably a good thing since this is Ambrose and they're not in a safe place.

Maybe he should have mentioned the whole dick-thing before they tried to do this.]

Uh huh. Maybe we could-- if we get attacked? Maybe we can hit back. With this? [he wriggles his fingers, the magic flaring before dying down and when Quentin shakes his hands out, the rest of it dispatches.]

Probably not with fire, though? But. Ice? Water? Maybe we can drown them?

Drown them or encase them in ice.

( fire might be risky because he doesn't really want to set anything on fire and cause more damage than already's been done. )

Little bit of both?

Hey! That might actually work, yeah. Getting them wet and blasting them with ice?

[Having even a hint of a plan of what to do in case a spirit decides to attack is better than none at all, and Quentin always liked to make things up on the fly. A little.]

It'd definitely work on me. I'd bitch until someone shoved a sock in my mouth.

( so, good thing it was going to happen to someone else. )

It's not much of a plan but it's more than we had a few minutes ago.

-- why a sock? That's-- that can't be a thing. Is that a thing?

[Because that sounds gross.]

Uh, yeah. Look at us making plans and- uh, so. If we meet anything, water and then he blast them with ice.

It was the first thing that popped into my head!

( don't laugh, quentin. )

Water and then ice. Deal. We're gonna be fine.

Again- why? Is-- do you gag people with socks a lot?

[Not so much laughing as making a face somewhere between horrified and fascinated.]

Yeah, it's going to be just fine. Everything is just... fine.

No but what did you want me to say? A ball gag? If that's your thing, I can go with that...

( he winks at that. )

Come on, be confident, Quentin. It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Uh. Also not something I'd ever thought about, but thanks? For putting that in my head. It's--uh.

[Quentin just frowns, because-- what? But he's still smiling a little, as much as the general situation allows and huffs.]

Yeah, how could it not? There's two of us, those spirits don't stand a chance.

( yes good, be confident quentin because that helps ambrose's confidence and they both probably need that. )

So, we're agreed. No one's going to kick it unless it's one of those little things because they came after us.

( a stay alive pact and all. )

[It's faking it until he's making it, but it's not nothing. Not the face of attacks they can barely prepare for. The forest is thick, endless and all around them and there's no way to know where or when the next attack will come. The spirits are relentless and there's so many of them.

So. Quentin puts on his bravest smile, rolls his eyes at Ambrose and keeps going. What else are they going to do? Give up? Not ever.]

Yeah, that's right. We're going to show them that messing with us was the worst idea they ever had.

( they were such nerds. you were bringing that out in him, quentin, and he doesn't even mind. )

And hopefully we're not going to die but if we do, at least we'll be leaving good looking corpses.

( but no dying. )

That'll be a nice change of pace? I don't think I left a corpse behind last time I died, and well-- the time before that I was like eighty years old, and not very pretty.

[But it's a moot point, because they're not going to die out here. They're going to kick the ass of whatever monster might jump out at them and live to laugh about it later. It'll be a funny anecdote. Nothing more.

Right?

Right.]

Oh, I'm sure you still had some good qualities even that old. Probably still had your hair, right?

( that hadn't all fallen out, had it? )

I even had a beard. And the hair. Jesus, I'd look so stupid bald.

[He had looked worse, but focusing on superficial crap like facial hair, is better than thinking about what's out there.

He narrows his eyes at Ambrose.]

Maybe you should grow a beard. You're almost as old as Dumbledore, and ancient wizards need beards.

You think?

( hey, that would at least give him something to focus on. he rubs his chin before shaking his head and laughing. )

I haven't had a beard in a long time and the last time I did, it was mostly just scruff before I forgot to shave and got lazy. I'm not that ancient, man. Don't make me feel a few years away from a hip replacement.

You're what? Ninety-something? That's pretty old.

[Ambrose is older than most buildings on the street Quentin grew up on. That is old, but he's smiling as he says it.]

It is.

( it's true, ambrose is pretty old but he's definitely not the oldest witch that's ever existed. )

It just means I've had more time to become the charming, put together, dashing scoundrel you see in front of you. I've used my almost a century of life wisely.

You haven't always been like this?

[Quentin has been basically the same person since he turned super sixteen and found out that what he wanted from the world, and what the world wanted from him, were two very different things.

With some limited, but very important exceptions.]

Uh huh, yeah. Okay, I can see how spending all that time being a scoundrel could work. Like Han Solo?

Oh no, I've had to work for this. I've had to do my time in awkward and unsure phases of life.

( he'd gotten this way with practice and time. )

Yeah, like Han Solo except instead of guns, I use magic.

Uh huh, yeah. No, I can see it. If I squint a little, you look just like a scruffing-looking nerf herder.

[Jesus, Coldwater, could you be any more of a nerd.]

Wow, someone's watched those movies a few times.

( you were a cute nerd though, quentin. )

They're good movies.

[He says a little defensively, waving his hands around.]

And also, don't tell me you haven't thought about Leah and her metal bikini at least once.

Hey, I think I had thoughts about almost all the main characters at least once.

( he doesn't discriminate. )

They all looked good to me at different phases of my life.

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sorry about late reply!!

it's all good!

you're a sweetheart

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