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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[worthallthis]

Blankets are cozy and comforting. This has been cemented in the Soldier's head since their death. They pull this one more securely around them, obligingly, and leave the water for a moment. "You're warm enough down here? There's snow. Outside." And a crater on the other side of the Invincible from here. Maybe they'll... find a way to fill that in a little before Misty tries to come out again. "I can bring you another."

[shadowsran]

"Nothing that'll kill anybody here, if it's something you'd have to go to some extra trouble for - I'm sure there's people stranded around that might be needing it more." She, the spirit of 'can make do', says nearly on pure reflex.

"Have I been missing snow?"

[worthallthis]

The Soldier manages an expression, and that expression is "you are being stupid if you think I won't go to all the trouble in the world for you". Or something like that, anyway. Besides, there's not really that many people stranded. A couple in the village, no more, and they're fairly well fortified. The handful in the museum who refuse actual help beyond the occasional supply drop. A bunch who left for the armory, but there's no way the Soldier is trekking all the way out there and leaving the Invincible undefended for that long. "There is some snow," they say. "Mostly it's just cold and damp."

[shadowsran]

It's a very good expression, though not one she's practiced meeting. It gives some pause.

"You're alright running around in it?" Coats become the next worry, however many layers it's fairly evident he's bound in most of the time. Must she also foist soup on you, Soldat?

[worthallthis]

There's soup back at the Invincible. Or there will be once the Soldier gets back there and starts a new pot. They nod, not looking particularly bothered to be asked, either. "I have extra socks and three layers of shirt. And I keep moving. I'm all right." They also run a lot warmer than your standard human, thanks serum-enhanced metabolism. As long as they eat enough to fuel it, getting cold takes a lot of cold. (Of course, stop eating and cold seeps in even more quickly. Yet another reason they're eating double what everyone else is lately.)

[shadowsran]

Hard to argue with in vague theory, and even harder when it's so plainly laid out like that. Nothing to do but nod.

"Not tired yet? It sounds like you've been moving nonstop for days--"

[worthallthis]

They shake their head a little. "I was dead for two. I'm not tired or hungry at all. That won't last. But for now I'm fine." The Soldier considers the water bottle, head tilted a little, but their thoughts aren't about water. "I need to be fine. More people were injured while I was gone."

[shadowsran]

(A wince. That phrase. Those words. Bad.)

There is fortunately a familiar battle to be waged, she thinks, sinking forward in her own chair. "You can't rush being fine. Best you could do for everybody is taking it slow for a minute, getting back to a hundred percent." Which means water, clearly. And potentially stew. A good long sit under those blankets. Maybe a nap...

[worthallthis]

Too wound up to nap. Sitting still is really only happening because they're well-trained in not fidgeting, and also they know Misty needs to fuss so they're going to let her. "A minute," they allow. With a tiny smile. They'll sit for longer than a minute, until she's calmer, but that was her word, so they're bouncing it back at her.