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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Comments

[mollymocked]

"Has anyone figured out why?" He unhooks his lantern from his belt so he can get a better look at it. "I mean these things are our lifelines. They don't need to just... malfunction randomly."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"They're our lives, or so I thought," Stone huffs. "And sure, it'd be nice if they didn't malfunction, but since when has anything been easy around here? Maybe Robin will have something to say about it, if she ever gets around to answering the people who prodded her on the bulletin."

[mollymocked]

"Hm. Well, Day strongarmed me into sending a letter to Dr. Solis about that nightmare version of Beacon, so I'm sure we're all due for some answers to all of our probing questions any day now."

He sounds... So confident. Not.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone snorts. "Yeah, we'll see. He had me make her a letter, too. Wrote it down for me, and everything, since at the time I had claws and couldn't write it myself. You'd at least think she'd know something about these lantern problems, since she supposedly is behind them, isn't she?"

[mollymocked]

Molly's eyes widen, because that's clearly news to him. "Wait. Somebody made these?" He looks down at his. "I thought they were just... Magical artifacts. Or something."

He pauses. "Well, I know people make magical artifacts, but I don't know a whole lot about death magic or undeath magic. I thought maybe they were just standard."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"According to one of the dreams, there's a machine somewhere that makes them," Stone says. That's common knowledge by now, isn't it? "They're all tied to us, though, even the way they look. Mine is a flower from my world, and it glows like a mentor touched it-- one of our magic users-- rather than with fire like most of them." He shrugs.

[mollymocked]

Molly checks is and turns it over in his hands. "That's... a bit like magical lights in that old dungeon we messed around with, I guess. We found dead people in jars in there. Lots of them. Some without any feet."

He just likes pointing that part out, for some reason. "Point is... This wouldn't actually be the first time I've heard of like... a soul jar sort of thing."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Dead people in jars. Huh. I mean, some Raksuran colonies inter our dead in funerary jars, but I get the feeling that's not what you mean. We don't believe in souls." He makes an amused sort of noise. "Was pretty surprised to wake up here, let me tell you."

[mollymocked]

"Well, their ashes anyway." Which was practically implied, but he still feels the need to clarify.

He lets his lantern fall back against his side. "Apparently, something or someone believes enough in souls for you. D'you think she does this because of the World-Eaters? She's just... recruiting an army of dead people?"

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Well, from what I picked out of that big text thing about the spirits a while back," Stone muses, "this whole world is dead, and only dead people can be here. So that's probably why it's only dead people. And I guess if I really wanted to fix a world, stop giant monsters from eating other worlds, I'd be recruiting a lot of people, too."

[mollymocked]

"And because they're dead people, they don't exactly have anything left to lose. What else are we gonna do?"

He still doesn't like it, and it's clear on his face. "Gods, I hate being trapped. I hate not having options. It gives me a rash."

[scarsolderthanyou]

"There's options," Stone counters. "Some people are even exercising them. Doing something, doing nothing, getting in the way or making trouble. It's not like Beacon is a cage, it's pretty big, and nobody's keeping tabs on what we do here. And most of us aren't even doing much about the big problem." Says someone who really has no idea what to do about the big problem besides maybe find the World Eaters and bite them.

[mollymocked]

"I do like exploring," Molly muses. "It's not exactly any different from home. The maps just have gaps, but the chances of getting murdered or eaten are about the same."

Exandria is a colorful place. He misses it.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Obviously you need someone big enough to not get eaten," Stone suggests, brows going up. His winged form, after all, is bigger than almost everything he's seen here, so far.