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logsinthenight2020-06-16 03:00 pm
nextnightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2020-06-16 03:00 pm
EVENT LOG: WE ALL STILL DIE (PART TWO)
EVENT LOG:
WE ALL STILL DIE PART TWO
characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: june 16-18.
content: spirits are sacrificed, and revelry turns to catastrophe
warnings: gore, violence, psychological horror. please cw tags appropriately.
this tree it will die without leaves
The music fades away as a soft-furred forest spirit with a powerful warble of a voice and the body of a large moth calls everyone to attention. The other spirits usher everyone, with masks on faces and instruments in hands, to gather up at the harbor.
For a spirit, the speaker is eloquent enough - it mimes and dances, peppering movements with melodic speech in the spirits' language, as it demonstrates the rising of the sun that might once have happened here. As it bows, three spirits walk forward and stand side by side. One is only a few feet high, lumpy and pale purplish, wearing a paper crown. The second is black and birdlike, with an elegant floral mask and a pink ribbon tacked to its chest. The third is vaguely human-shaped but for the long, thick hair (?) that cascades from its head and covers its face, and for the long, slender-fingered hands that rest tucked against its chest and sweep downward to its knees. These three are soon joined by spirits with long, scythe-like claws that stand at attention. The warbling moth spirit begins a chant, which the other spirits soon join in, and as the volume reaches a roar of demand and triumph and fervor, the three clawed spirits move quickly and precisely, slicing open the bellies of the three sacrificial volunteers. Their bodies shrink backward and begin to slowly dissipate as if melting, but buckets and bowls are quickly passed forward and much of the gore and meat is collected, and passed one by one through the crowd of spectators, spirit and Beaconite alike - and all are offered a share.
Many of you have eaten spirit flesh before, haven't you? Some have even done so recently. Surely, this is something you all want, isn't it? After a full year here, the spirits have learned so much about their current neighbors who gather around the fire. Some even offer the bowls while shrinking away in what might be fear, while others cackle and chirp and insist on sharing all this fresh food with their friends.
Meanwhile, the changes you may have begun to notice the day before manifest more strongly now. A hunger that won't abate for anything and anyone. A unique manic euphoria, difficult to diminish and hard, if not impossible, to shake that draws one into the music and demands everyone participate in the festivities. Lastly, a violent tenacity to lash out at anything that acts to get in the way of the celebration.
The compulsion starts as a gentle longing and escalates to an incapacitating urge to run without a care through the dark woods, to hunt, to forget all responsibilities. The spirits begin to dance and play their music in unison now, and they march south and east, away from the harbor and toward the village, and it is infectiously fun. In the distance, another band plays an enthralling tune which can just be heard through the miles of forest, and the spirits gather so that they - and you - may join them and bring everyone together to celebrate.
You will come along, won't you? You'll bring all your friends, too. For those who join in, the grandest celebration awaits over the next few days. You are free to pursue your instincts, to lash out, to consume. To dance until your feet are raw and madness overtakes you. To join the parade, and all it entails.
The few that did not partake in any of the festivities at all will find themselves clear of mind. They can do their best to try and keep those under the compulsion from falling to their instincts, though it could provoke violent, miserable results. Once the maddened party joins the parade, trying to pull them out would be incredibly ill-advised. The spirits in the parade and the characters under the influence of its thrall will not tolerate any interruption of the celebration. The parade will chase them down, slice them open, tear their flesh from their limbs. This is a party for light and life! Anyone not with the parade is against it. Death surely will suit them better instead.
ooc notes:
SPIRIT INTERACTIONS: As mentioned previously, anyone who posts top-levels under the SPIRITS header means you are open to spirits doing a bit of threadjacking. We will not be consistently maintaining long threads with spirits, but they will be able to come and go from threads between characters. Please bear in mind that serious injury or death is a potential result of these interactions and so posting a toplevel to this header means you accept this risk.
POTENTIAL DEATH: This event couldn't have come at a better time, as the death mechanic has thankfully been restored. If your character dies in this event, please report it here! And remember, as it was just restored, there might be a few quirks to the system...
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no subject
how long has she been out here? what has she done? ]
I don't remember getting here. [ but he can tell her. he was with her all along, wasn't he? and however he'd reacted to what she's capable of in the past, he's been her anchor, especially in this place. he'd come to find her when she was taken, he'd killed for her when he'd refused to kill anything. he can get them out, tell her what she can't recall.
there's movement out of the corner of her eye that stands out from the rest of the crowd's dancing, and she can feel eyes on the two of them. she draws closer and her voice drops slightly as she suppresses the slight shakiness back into swaying to the rhythm, her hand tightening around his as she tries to get him to move with her. ]
They don't want us to leave.
you're a monster wtf at that icon
because she'd been forced to consume it before. Matt hates the implication of that, that there's something inside her now that can pull her away from him, no matter how much either of them try to fight it. but feeding into that panic won't help either of them now. he'll worry about it later. he'll worry about it when she's safe.
she's not the only one aware of attention in their direction. his fingers tense, slightly, as he pays in mind just how close the celebration seems to be getting. and despite everything, despite the bruises on bare feet and blood in the air, Elektra still falls into step with music that neither of them can hope to shut out. even as she holds him closer and whispers in his ear, a part of her is still with the celebration. )
They'll forget us once we're gone. We just have to leave before they catch up. ( Matt has no idea what might happen when they do. he doesn't want to find out, either. ) Who cares what they want. It's what you want, sweetheart.
oh there is SO much more where that came from
her eyes start brimming with fearful tears, and she doesn't feel safe speaking out loud with so much attention on them. she nods against his throat instead, knowing he'll feel it, trusting that he can get her away.
he's done it before, multiple times, and she's done it for him. even if he doesn't remember all of those instances, this is nothing they can't handle. ]
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with them, for better or worse, it's always felt like they understood each other. even the ugly, vicious parts.
she clings to him with a trust he can't find. Matt is far from confident they can get out of this. he's scared of what will happen if he tries to take her, and yet he can't risk what might happen if he doesn't. she's already shaking with exhaustion, hurt by... he doesn't even know, exactly, to be honest. he can't leave her here, and he isn't sure they're safe to leave.
it's a fools errand, a fight he's destined to lose. but he's fought those before and made it out on one piece, somehow. maybe there's a chance that can happen here, too.
he holds her with one arm, catching her hand in his and falling into halfhearted steps. not with the parade, slowly swanning away from it. maybe they won't notice them pulling apart if they follow the intention of the parade itself. he rubs her back, gingerly, trying to keep her calm even as they two step out of here... hopefully. )