EVENT LOG: TURN THE LIGHTS OFF

[inthenightmods]

EVENT LOG:
TURN THE LIGHTS OFF

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: january 20-29.
content: the lanterns begin to malfunction.
warnings: body horror and psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.

you'll become one

January 20th arrives the same as all the days before it. There's no great pulse of warning that throbs through the air, no ominous wind that causes the bonfire to shudder. The spirits are neither agitated nor do they hide. You could almost miss the change, if the lanterns weren't always by your side. There's no explanation that comes with the way that it's changed, but it's impossible not to worry when it's happened so suddenly.

Maybe it takes a few days, or maybe it only takes a few hours, but suddenly it isn't just the lanterns that have changed. You, yourself, have become somehow different. It's possible that you won't even have the right state of mind to wonder how long it will last. At the very least, it appears you aren't alone. All across Beacon, lanterns are changing, and changing the people with them.

Out in the distance, the lighthouse's beam has turned green.

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Grande green hi

[techtype]

Prompto hasn't actually met Sora yet. He's seen the guy around a few times, but after his couple of encounters with Vanitas, anyone who looks like him at first glance is someone he's avoiding out of caution.

He actually doesn't get a good look at Sora before he's approached, since he's preoccupied with a new crack in his lantern, which is a slight bit more pink than usual.

"Huh? Heya." Eh, the crack's probably okay for now, he'll just have to be careful. "Riku? Haven't seen him. Have you checked the Invincible? I think he hangs out there sometimes."

owo hello my friend

[arsarcanum]

"The Invincible?" Sora will look up the path to the Invincible, into the dark. It's the right direction, the motion as familiar as it would be to anyone who's been here upward of three weeks. He tilts his head slightly, then looks back at this stranger, keyhole pupils widening and contracting in the low mix of green and pink light. "Is that where he lives? I just haven't seen him around lately, you know?"

hello~

[techtype]

"I don't think he lives there...I don't know, we don't really see each other much."

Now that he thinks of it, he did mean to go visit Riku a couple times while they were both recovering from their injuries the past couple months, but he keeps forgetting to ask where it is he's staying. Somewhere in town, most likely.

"...Don't say that. You say it like that and we'll find his name in the obits."

[arsarcanum]

This teen with Sora and Vanitas' face blinks at this person languidly. So, he knows Riku, huh? At least vaguely, anyway. That's enough of a lead to press on for now.

He'll absorb that little tail end comment... Then snort, the corner of his mouth going up in a smile. Genuine amusement. "The obits? Like, he'll die?" He shakes his head, looking up into the dead of the night, back up where the little pricks of lanternlight in the windows of the Invincible flicker. "I dunno what you know about him, but he's way too stubborn to die. It'd take, uh, some effort? More than me talking shit, anyway." It's one part nonchalant, one part deeply felt... annoyance.

[techtype]

'Vaguely' is a good way to describe it.

"Hey, don't laugh. I've had one friend disappear already." Sora's looked away and so doesn't see the scowl Prompto gives him. "Besides, all of us are dead anyway, so it's not like it can't happen. Again."

Whether people can die isn't really something he feels like discussing, so he's changing the subject. "So uh...are you a friend of his from home?"

[arsarcanum]

Nope, not seeing that scowl. Not caring, really. Let him be pissed off, or whatever feeling he wants to think he's entitled to. It's no skin off his back.

"Uh, don't you think the opposite would be true? We're dead." He spits that into the night air. "Ghosts. Can't die again if we're ghosts already. Not in a way that matters."

He turns back to this bottle blond, lazy. Eyes bored, but a little calculating. Not in a mastermind way. More like an animal. "A friend?" He snorts again, looking up at in the middle distance, as if for patience. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Again, nonchalant. Like he's just trying to get to the next part of the conversation. He's never been patient enough to act.

"Hey, listen, if you don't know where he is now, you think you could point me to someone who would? Does he, what, have roommates?" This seems patently absurd to him, given what he knows of the guy, but it's worth a shot.