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

[callada]

"It sounds nice," he admits, "But I'm not holding my breath on finding a way back. If there's a way, it's through that portal, and who knows how to control it."

The controls themselves are clearly located within the lighthouse. Robin has said as much, publicly. But she barely knows how to use them after two decades at the helm. Sure, others here might pick it up quicker - for he's beginning to get the idea that Robin, for all her experience as Keeper, is either not very bright or not very curious - but they won't be getting to try any time soon.

He pockets the bullets and powder, and gives Crowley a nod. "Thanks for these, though. If I find anything out about a way back, I'll keep you updated. I know you're not alone in feeling trapped here."

[sauntered_downward]

That's----surprisingly actually kind of nice. Crowley usually only has people tell him they want to find a way out of here when they're screaming at him to not try so damn hard to try to get out of here. This person at least is willing to collaborate. And, luckily for Crowley, doesn't seem to want Crowley to properly ask for collaboration, which is always good.

"If we can't get them awake soon, I'm going to the Lighthouse," he says. "Let you know what I find up there."

[callada]

It's still a terrible idea, but he does sort of want Crowley, or someone, to succeed one of these tries. He already knows Crowley is headstrong and not going to be convinced not to go, and hell, maybe flight will even get him there. If he dies, he might come back. If he doesn't return, one less problem for them to deal with.

"Sounds good," he says with a nod, a note of concern in his voice. "If you make it, at least do one thing? Don't kill Robin. I'm sure you can find plenty of information without resorting to murder."

[sauntered_downward]

"Why not?" Crowley demands, ignoring the concern in the man's voice. "She's the one who started all of this. She's got the spirits pointed right at us, and she's not around now."

To Crowley, that's as good a sign of guilt as anything. He's never gotten along with authority figures in general, of course.