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

[worthallthis]

He would probably make you another, if you asked. I have some of his paper flowers. From Christmas.

[Now the Soldier wants to ask Daylight how he made it, maybe he'll show them how.]

It's good. Doesn't use a scarce resource, and if you do need the paper. Can just unfold again. The folding is. Calming.

[Good enough to help bring them out of a panic attack or the horror of a nightmare. Never thought we'd see the day when origami is the Winter Soldier's primary coping mechanism.]

[policier]

( He's not going to ask for another even if he did like it. It's a matter of pride more than anything. He doesn't want Daylight, or anyone else, to think him soft, or easily bought with trinkets. He huffs a bit at the suggestion and grumbles, )

What use would I have for such things? They serve little purpose outside of their visual appeal.

( It sounds frivolous. Javert's not quite embraced doing things for the sake of his amusement yet. )

[worthallthis]

It isn't the thing itself, really. I don't keep them, most of the time.

[Really, if they did, their room would be pretty full of little paper animals by this point.]

It's the process of making them. It's like sharpening a knife or hitting a target perfectly. It's satisfying.

[policier]

( Javert still looks a bit skeptical. There isn't much that brings him satisfaction outside the performance of his duties. Shining his boots and polishing his buttons makes him happy. He sincerely doubts that folding paper would, but considering Soldat is the one offering, he sighs a bit and concedes. )

If you insist. I will at least attempt it.

[worthallthis]

[Aw, Javert. They love you, too.]

If it doesn't help, you don't have to keep doing it. But. It's worth a try.

[The Soldier has started to learn (among many other things) that trying things is generally better than not trying things. Most of the things they'd tried since their death have in fact gone pretty well.]

[policier]

If I do not like it, you will most assuredly hear about it.

( But the Soldier already knows that. Javert's not the type of man to keep his displeasure to himself. He doesn't seem to care much for the crane the other man shows, but perhaps something like the iris flower would be more of interest to him. )

wrap on this? they can try origami/chess off-screen after patrol XD

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier doesn't chuckle, between the vertigo and respect for Javert, but they do smile.]

I know, sir.

[They'll find something to show him he'll enjoy. Or at least give it a try. If all else fails, they'll learn chess.]

sounds good

[policier]

( If he shows him how to make a star, perhaps he may admit that it's not a total waste of time. He falls into silence after that, though, walking beside the Soldier with his hand on his sword and his eyes forward. He's careful not to move too quickly, keeping pace with him the rest of the way, no matter how long it takes. )