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logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akira kurusu (al),
- allie pressman (brooke),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- crowley (mj),
- dana scully (carlee),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jon snow (rachel),
- lunafreya nox fleuret (liz),
- m.k. (shira),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- nancy wheeler (chrissy),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- steve harrington (zelly),
- vanitas (king),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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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( 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!!
[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!
( 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
[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?
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( he'd gotten this way with practice and time. )
Yeah, like Han Solo except instead of guns, I use magic.
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[Jesus, Coldwater, could you be any more of a nerd.]
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( you were a cute nerd though, quentin. )
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[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.
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( he doesn't discriminate. )
They all looked good to me at different phases of my life.
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[And that creepy laugh. Huh?]
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( 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.
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[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.
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( how dare quentin. )
That just means you should go out with me sometime. Purely platonic. Or not. But I'm a gentleman.
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[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.]
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( ambrose isn't sad about being turned down. it happens from time to time and quentin's rejection was very adorable, indeed. )
Who?
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Eliot? It's Eliot.
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( oh, ambrose looks delighted by that news. delighted. )
For how long?
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[Half-shrug, but Quentin smiles.]
We've been friends for years. He was the first magician I ever met.
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( ambrose snickers but is genuinely pleased by the news. )
That's really good, actually, especially in a place like this. I'm glad for you both. I hope it works out. I mean that.
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[Quentin's smile falters, and he grows serious for a minute.]
It's not? It really fucking sucks sometimes, because him being here? That means he died up there. And not too long after I did. I spent almost a year making sure he'd live and he just didn't? We don't even know if any of them are ever going to wake up, but. What if they don't? What if this is how it is now?
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( it's giving them something that they might not have had before. )
You know how many people get those? Very few.
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[Lucky beyond his wildest dreams, that Eliot wanted him back. That everything that Quentin had to give up and sacrifice was enough to get Eliot his life back, even if this place pulled him here soon after. At least Quentin had bought him a chance.
He's been trying to do that same thing here. Searching through every lead that comes his way, to find a way to get Eliot out of here. He tries very hard to think about what he'd do, if Eliot refused to leave. Coughing, Quentin changes the subject inelegantly and he raises his eyebrow at Ambrose, lips twitching in to a small smile.]
I'm just naturally worried, I guess. I mean, right now? I'm kind of worried about what kind of bag you think will go with your face?
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( he frames his face with his hands and grins widely. )
What would make you worry about that?
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[Quentin can't help laughing softly at the framed face and Ambrose's antics, and he rolls his eyes.]
Yeah. Like that, what you get a bag and it makes your face look like that?
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( he trails off and tsks quentin. )
My face will never look like that unless and I get cursed and if I get cursed, you better find a spell to reverse it and save me.
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