EVENT LOG: TURN THE LIGHTS OFF

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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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[necromantiae]

No.

( it's kind of nice, really, to see something different in his lantern but now he's wondering if it's a harbinger of some sort. if something is going to happen because of it. )

You?

[mollymocked]

Nope.

[He stares into it for a moment.] But I'm sort of wondering if that's why I can't sleep.

[necromantiae]

I haven't wanted to sleep.

( because that's when something was going to happen, he knows it. )

Safer to stay awake.

[mollymocked]

Well, that's just obvious. [Molly's not going to sit here and disagree with that.] The second you fall asleep is when you're going to get attacked in the night or have your people get kidnapped under your nose.

[necromantiae]

Exactly.

( and after those words, he's really not going to go to sleep now. )

So, staying awake. That's my gameplan.

[mollymocked]

I used to play a game to keep awake during watch when I stayed up with another person.

[Is now really the time to do this? When he's feeling paranoid and panicked?

Well, kind of.] What d'you say? Wanna give it a try?

[necromantiae]

( it seems like an easy way to lose focus but...

he shrugs. )

Why not?

( so, that's a yes. )

Let's do it.

[mollymocked]

[Molly takes his Tarot cards out of his pocket and slaps them down on the bar.]

We put a question on the deck and then draw a card. Whoever draws the lowest card has to answer that question truthfully.

[necromantiae]

( oh dear, this could be dangerous. but, he's not going to back down. he nods. )

Fine, you go first.

( he's not going to back down but he's not going first. )

[mollymocked]

[Molly puts a finger on the top card.] What is the most trouble you've ever gotten into? Legally, anyway.

[Best to clarify. He wants to put this as far away from his fears as possible. He pulls the card. And RNg determines he has an 11.]

[necromantiae]

Really, going for a big gun so soon?

( he sighs. )

Well, I attempted to blow up a very...sacred place and I've been on house arrest for seventy five years because of it.

[mollymocked]

You know... I actually didn't think that was heavy. [Honestly, he's genuinely surprised.] Because I was just gonna say that me and my circus got kicked out of a town for trying to con the wrong people. I literally can't go back there anymore.

[He waves a hand and takes a drink.] That is... Much worse. And raises so many more questions.

[necromantiae]

You said the worst thing...

( and well, was there much worse than that? )

What's that saying, go hard or go home?

[mollymocked]

I did, didn't I? That one's on me. I somehow expected you to be milder than that, and that was a terrible oversight on my part.

[He shoves the deck a bit closer.] You've got an opportunity to get me back. Your turn for a question.

[At least it's distracting him from the broken lantern. That's good. Just as long as the questions don't turn...]

[necromantiae]

Oh, right. Questions questions, who's got the question?

( he taps his chin slowly. )

What's your biggest regret?

[mollymocked]

That's what I get for going too hard right out of the gate.

[He drags a hand down his face.] I don't really have regrets. They don't really help anything. I will say this... Had I to do it over again, I wouldn't have insisted Nott stay out of that last fight... The one where I..

[He trails off and gestures to the long jagged scar that stretches across his sternum.] The plan was so solid. But we needed her in the fight, not on... lock picking detail. We might have gotten somewhere otherwise.

[necromantiae]

( frowning, ambrose really considers asking for more information. he's curious because he can't not be but he can tell when someone doesn't want to talk about something. )

Sometimes, the best laid plans are the ones that fail easiest. I don't know why but that's how it's been for me too.

( you think you have all bases covered and then something slips through and just ruins it. )