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

[mindofathief]

[It does sound like a great plan. Safety in numbers. Don't go outside, the blue light says, you will die.

He pulls his legs over the side of the couch and sighs. He hopes he can relax enough to sleep.]

I'll find out something. And...if you need help don't be afraid to wake me up.

[She can try, and he can promise. But Duster is a notoriously heavy sleeper.]

[antiwhat]

[ She gets up slowly, on account of her diminished view, and keeps smiling as she nods. They've both been under some stress. Hers inward, his outward. Maybe some sleep is what they both need right now. ]

Okay. Thanks, Duster. I'd say I'll see you in the morning, but...

[ Ha, ha. What a joke. ]