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

[mind_blown]

Thanks.

[ nice.

jason only watches for a moment, but he has a mission and while there are times where he can let himself get distracted, this isn't one of them. the weight of bruce on his shoulder is reminder enough that he needed to take every window of opportunity he got. and that meant tracking back to-- the museum. that's where they were going. which is just... too on the damn nose.

bruce absolutely couldn't slum it with the rest of them, could he.

a question for later, if he ever felt like being an obnoxious asshole about it. and provided that everything turned out? he would. eventually. it was too hard to resist ribbing him for that. and so jason readjusts his body-- and takes off. he has no interest in fighting any of the spirits. it's all a game of dodging and getting out of their grasp-- of losing them as fast as possible. which as he moves away from the harvest feast, gets easier.

their numbers get way thinner, and it becomes a game of listening for them and dodging before he attracts any attention.

he's assuming that Vanitas will follow, assumes that he understands the difference between "distracting" and "fighting to the death." odds jason doesn't like for anyone. ]