logsinthenight | 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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[They're both going to come out of this worse for wear, huh? He does try to sidestep the punch, figuring the slight glow of those flames might be something to do with his unusually tough body - some sort of magic, or haki, or maybe even some strange technology. It's not something he really wants to be hit by. But in the process, his luck catches up to him. He stumbles backward over his own feet and manages to turn it into a diving roll as Sora catches him across the side anyway. He uncurls a few feet away from where he was hit once he loses momentum and sits up into a crouch, clutching his side. Fuck - he hates how there's no padding other than clothing and bandages now over his ribs. That shit stings.

But despite the insistence, he's certainly not dead, and from his crouch he lunges forward, trying to gut punch the guy in the same motion.]

You're tougher than you look, I'll give you that.

[Was that... a less angry retort? Maybe the fight has let enough out to bring him a few moments of near-clarity.]

[ Why isn't he dream dead yet? He saw that one movie, with the spinning tops and the dreams and the hallways in zero-g. You get a kick, you wake up. He's gotten his fucking kick. He's gotten kicks, punches, two chairs, probably some crushed muscle tissue with a hint of a concussion back when he crashed them both into that table, why in the fuck won't that stupid French opera lady sing and wake him the hell up?

Unless. Of course. You know.

He probably could have dodged that punch, but realization hits a little before Rosinante's fist. He wheezes, doubling over Rosinante's arm. Wake up! Wake up, you son of a bitch! If this is a dream, this shouldn't matter, right? His hands scrabble up, trying to find a collar, a shoulder, hair -

Skyler's going to grab onto something in that general vicinity, and he's going to try something. He'll look up and look at this weird clown in the eye, trying to look for some truth in all of this, eyes skittering around Rosinante's face, trying to gauge if his stupid fucking imagination is powerful enough to make up something like this, and for the first time in his life he hopes it is, because otherwise this isn't going to wake him up. And he has got to wake up. He has got to wake up.

So yeah. Rosinante can see it coming and throw him off, but Skyler is going to do his level best to concuss himself by rearing back and smashing his forehead into Rosinante's. He isn't sure what else will wake him up anymore. ]

[This is too much close contact, even for a fight, and he's not down for all this being climbed on. As Sora grabs on and then rears back, Rosinante's hand shoots forward and wraps around the side of Sora's head, grabbing him by the hair, and rather than extracting him nicely he tries to shove Sora face-first into the snow beside them.

Brain freeze, though, maybe that'll work. Either way, Rosinante rolls aside and pushes himself up onto his feet, ready for more but seriously hoping this is about over.]

What the hell is wrong with you?

[ He's just gonna go down. And stay down. And forcibly not think about the progression of events thus far, because he's pretty sure if he steps off this little island of reality he's stuck on, he's not going to like the world outside it. ]

Listen. Knock me the fuck out. Right now. Or else I'm gonna go back in there - [ And his hand will make a vague wave in the tavern's direction ] - and start murdering Keebler elves. Like, pop their little heads off like dandelions. And then I'm going to figure out how to burn this entire place down to the ground.

[Sure sounds like an excessive amount of violence. Threats meant to rile him up that can't actually be taken seriously. But right now? He's too angry to analyze. The fucker wants to be knocked out, so he's absolutely going to do it and think about it, and also how to deal with him, later.

Shouldn't have gotten up, maybe. He drops back down into a crouch, and reaches to take Sora by the head and slam him hard into the ground again - sideways, though so as not to risk breaking his nose because even for him right now that's too much. A good solid blow or two to get him to stop running his mouth, that's all he wants. And then he'll have to find someone to make sure he's taken care of. Aziraphale is a good bet. The angel tolerates too much, and surely that will include one obnoxious, destructive jerk with a concussion.]

[ And he's just gonna try and not brace so he can get good and knocked out. Thank god the first hit is enough. In transit Skyler is in the middle of wondering if this clown has enough juice left to just kill him in the face, and then-

In twenty minutes, Sora's lantern will flicker back to yellow. He will not wake up until a while after, though!

(For anyone following along at home, concussions are bad, do NOT do this, please realize that Skyler only has one brain cell and not much else to lose! Just pinch yourself!) ]

EVENT LOG: TURN THE LIGHTS OFF

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