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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Comments

[scarsolderthanyou]

Uh-huh. This is absolutely a weird Rosinante, right here. "If you can't even remember, then I wouldn't guess what would make the current crop of angry people feel better, if I were you. You might guess wrong." And he's pretty sure Rosi's judgment is... askew in some way, here. He can't figure out what exactly it is, though. He's clearly not angry anymore, he's not frightened like some people have been... he's not laughing like Quentin was. So what is this?

[callada]

Rosinante's eyes narrow slightly as he watches the two in the distance, rather than looking at the draconic creature. He doesn't much care for his judgment being questioned. The thing beside him, while very interesting, is not his equal and anything it says he has no need to listen to.

"And what makes you think you know better? You're not even one of them. How can you claim to understand how their minds work?" he replies coldly.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Probably because I've lived something like ten times the turns you have, and visited scores of groundling cultures and managed to fit in just fine, and also I've watched and interacted with these people here for months." Stone pauses, then adds pointedly, "Also, I have a tiny drop of empathy. Not sure where yours went."

[callada]

Wow, he is absolutely not here for a lecture from an overgrown lizard. Dragons are probably interesting pets and would be fun to use to terrify the pathetic masses with when there's some amount of control, but this one is speaking and thinking for itself and he's decided that he hates it. Centuries of pride as the gods of the modern world, rulers of all below, suggest that he should turn and shoot this beast for irreverence and find something else to do.

But that has been taken from him, and won't go over well here, so he instead stands and dusts off his shabby commoner's clothing, and retrieves his lantern. "It turns out I have no interest in you, eh. Being berated by a thing isn't to my liking. Go stop them fighting, if it bothers you so much."

Which would be even more entertaining to watch, except that he doubts the monster - which isn't even truly a dragon, really, just a lame mockery of one - is going to bother.

[scarsolderthanyou]

A thing. Well. Stone is nothing if not dramatic, even if he'd deny it until his face turned blue. He considers a moment, then pushes to his feet and backs up a little ways-- before shifting up to his full, big form with the eighty-foot wingspan, the long tail, and the claws as big as Rosi's whole hand and then some.

A big form which is currently a major kethel, rather than his usual spined and colorless Raksuran form, making him black and heavily armored and generally more mean-looking, with a more animal-like face. He looms over Rosinante a moment, expression irritated under the heavy brow and horns, as he rustles open his wings in preparation for take-off.

Not truly a dragon, huh, Rosinante?

[callada]

The transformation catches him by surprise, enough where he staggers backward and falls to the ground as if sitting right back down. Is this Stone? He's the only one here who could transform, but he never once looked quite this majestic.

He wipes the wide-eyed shock off his face as quickly as he can, though, and stands back up as if to resume going on his way. He'll say nothing. It's trying to intimidate him, this reptile, and he won't fall for it. Size does not make one more powerful or more deserving of anything at all. He has to maintain some amount of dignity if he is to be the lone god in this awful word.

"On with it, eh," he insists, shooing the winged beast off with a wave of a hand. He can't very well turn his back on it without risking it eating him, so better to let it leave first.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone makes a rumbling sound that could be taken as a threat or as amusement. (It's amusement. He'd wanted to shock this new, jerk version of Rosinante, and he succeeded.) He holds up one hand and flicks at the top of Rosinante's head with one knuckle, just enough to sting a little if the guy doesn't get out of the way, then hops back, spreads his wings, and rears back to launch into the air.