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

[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. )