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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[Thankfully, programming has loosened enough-- and the Soldier has grown comfortable enough with their handlers-- that talking about Before HYDRA in front of one isn't quite going to send them into a silent tailspin of panic. There is a long hesitation, though, both in voice and hands, to make sure their hands stay steady for the stitches. Finally:]

Both. I had to do my own maintenance on missions. Technicians mostly didn't bother. Also sometimes keep targets alive for questioning or protection detail. And. I remembered some.

[They make quick, even stitches, three per claw mark. Then wipe more blood away. It will need a good cleaning, with actual soap and water, before bandaging.]

( He doesn't make any noise as the needle goes through, though he does clench his jaw, and grind his teeth. Once the procedure is through, it takes him some effort for him to regain himself. He breathes heavily through his nose, his chest heaving. )

I did much the same. Doctors were an unnecessary expense.

( He looks down at the Soldier's handiwork and, seemingly satisfied with it, he grunts, )

I can finish the rest myself.

[Given the placement of the wounds and the loss of blood, the Soldier is skeptical of that. It's awkward wrapping your own arm, since you only have one hand (and your teeth, if you're careful) to get it done with. They step back, though.]

I'll get you the sheet-bandages, at least.

Fine.

( He's stubborn, and far too used to doing things on his own. The last time he was injured, and in need of help, he had to be all but bullied into accepting it. He rises from his seat and places his hand on his arm, holding it to his side gently. )

I will be in room 201.

( If he's going to clean his arm, he may as well do it in his own bathroom, and change into a fresh shirt. )

Yes, sir.

[The Soldier politely waits until Javert has had time to change his shirt and get his arm clean (possibly by standing just down the hall and listening to him in his room) before arriving at the door with bandages, metal clips to hold the bandages shut (they began life as paperclips), and a bowl of warm stew from the Invincible kitchen downstairs.

They won't even linger if Javert really looks like he'll be grumpy if they do.]

( He doesn't expect the other man to follow him in, though he leaves the door propped open for him all the same. Rosalind isn't here, and so Javert has no qualms about letting the Soldier linger outside of his apartment, listening to his every move. He returns to the door in a clean shirt, the blood and dirt scrubbed from his skin, and he looks humbled when the other man hands him the bandages and stew. )

What will you do now? ( He wonders, taking them both. )

[Easy question to answer, really. The same thing they do every day, Javert.]

Eat. Add to the kitchen stew and make a few sandwiches for people who haven't eaten. Check on Crowley. Then make another patrol.

[Since this one got interrupted by the rescue. Really, while the Soldier is feeling very useful and helpful and strangely settled in this current hellscape, it's also pretty repetitive. That's even part of why they're so comfortable. Having a limited set of tasks that can be done over and over without lessening their efficacy is pretty much exactly how the Soldier functions best.]

( Javert is much the same. Being idle makes him irritable, and he prefers to keep himself on a strict schedule — it's why his patrols are always on-time, and why combat training begins as rigidly as it does. He may take a short respite because of his injury, but he will not remain lax for long. )

I will remain here. ( He responds, after a brief nod. ) Perhaps later I will go out and inspect the inn's fortifications.

( He doesn't like not knowing what others are doing. It's chaotic and disorganizing, but he's doing his best to cope with it. He looks down for a brief moment, then says, )

If you notice anything noteworthy on your patrol, let me know of it.

Of course. So you will not tear your stitches until you're a little more healed.

[This is probably not really why Javert is staying here. The Soldier is making a sideways comment as to why he should be staying here. Please don't tear your stitches, Javert.]

I'll report back once I return. Enjoy the stew, sir.

[Since they made it, and all.]

( Until he's a little more healed? Javert doesn't have time for that. He frowns a bit at the suggestion, but he doesn't make a comment on it. )

Take care. ( He says instead, and despite the gruffness of his tone, he does truly mean it. )

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