logsinthenight | 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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_{[To an extent, he could relate to Bucky's sense of invigoration. The other him, the darker him, had always had a taste for killing; since learning to fight with his gift while fully conscious and in control, he supposes some part of him had inherited some of that taste. The fighting satisfies a need for an outlet for the worst of his urges.

But truth be told, M.K. had seemed more invigorated on the hike that had eventually culminated in discovering the armory, when nothing had attacked and they had merely mapped out a bit of the impenetrable darkness.]}

Thanks, but I'm fine for now. _{[His gaze tracks the man as he ventures over to crouch.]} You should save as much as you can for those who aren't as used to going without. We might have to. And there's no guarantee the sleepers can go without some kind of nourishment much longer, either.

_{[Maybe they're like the Master's sleepers, and they'll somehow stay suspended without food or drink. Maybe they're not. Either way, he can't shake the feeling this could get infinitely worse. What if the spirits change their tactics, wise up and sabotage their stores? A fair way to put the squeeze on them if this were any kind of normal siege.]}

[The Soldier glances over at the sleepers, lets their eyes drift over at Bodhi and Scarlett, and Crowley hovering over sleeping Aziraphale like usual. Their expression is calm, more out of habit than actual feeling, but they don't feel too bad right now anyway.]

Nothing has changed with them. If their bodies were still working like normal. There would have been more problems by now. I think this is less sleep. More suspended animation. They won't need food unless something changes.

[They understand suspended animation. Maybe not normally without a cryo chamber, but still, it's not an unfamiliar concept.]

You can't know for sure, because nobody knows. The spirits don't follow any rules that make sense.

_{[He gets little enjoyment out of playing devil's advocate, lowering his gaze to where his hand loosely curls around the hilt of one of the scimitars he has at rest. But it's the truth. Something could change any minute.]}

If this sleep doesn't kill them, the spirits will.

_{[A grim pronouncement.]}

Then we protect them.

[So far that particular plan is working. So far, though, the spirits haven't been particularly interested in the ones asleep-- just the ones awake. Just the rest of them, who can actually fight back. So protection pretty much covers anyone, sleeping or not, as far as their own mission parameters are concerned.]

And keep an eye on them to see if anything goes wrong. Magic should have rules. We just don't know them.

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