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]

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.

[necromantiae]

( 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. )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[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.

[necromantiae]

( 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. )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.]

[necromantiae]

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? )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.

[necromantiae]

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.

sorry about late reply!!

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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's all good!

[necromantiae]

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're a sweetheart

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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?

[necromantiae]

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.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.]

[necromantiae]

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

( you were a cute nerd though, quentin. )

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.

[necromantiae]

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.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Even Yoda? And-- if that's try, I have so many questions. The Emperor? Really? From the first movie, with his face all messed up?

[And that creepy laugh. Huh?]

[necromantiae]

I'm a very equal opportunity person.

( but. )

Maybe not the Emperor on account of being all evil and stuff. He probably would have killed me before I got to take him on a date. And he would be missing out.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

That's--uh, that's your one thought about that? That he's evil? It's not the whole face and weird hands or anything?

[Wtf? But also-- what?]

Not going on a date with you is missing out? Why? I mean, you're a nice person. And--and yeah. Okay, just forget I asked that.

[necromantiae]

Did you just doubt that going on a date with me would be a great time?

( how dare quentin. )

That just means you should go out with me sometime. Purely platonic. Or not. But I'm a gentleman.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh, no? Yes? Maybe? It's--

[Back-peddle faster, Coldwater!]

I don't date much? Or, ever. And I'm seeing someone.

[Phew, mission accomplished. That's a way to sound less like a nerd.]

[necromantiae]

Oh, are you?

( ambrose isn't sad about being turned down. it happens from time to time and quentin's rejection was very adorable, indeed. )

Who?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Quentin makes a are you kidding me face before he pulls himself together and gets his head out of his ass. Because of course it's not obvious. Not with Eliot being who he is and Quentin being who he is.]

Eliot? It's Eliot.

[necromantiae]

Is it?

( oh, ambrose looks delighted by that news. delighted. )

For how long?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh, oh wow. So, that's kind of a long story. But, since we got here? A little after? Things have been kind of weird and, so. You know.

[Half-shrug, but Quentin smiles.]

We've been friends for years. He was the first magician I ever met.