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logsinthenight2020-09-19 02:02 pm
nextnightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2020-09-19 02:02 pm
EVENT LOG: HUNGER AND THIRST
EVENT LOG:
HUNGER AND THIRST
characters: everyone.
location: around beacon.
date/time: september 19-30.
content: some new friends - or enemies? - seek offerings, and offer something in return
warnings: memories may involve violence, death, grotesque body horror. please cw as appropriate.
pining for the things i could have been.
Recently, the forest spirits have been agitated. The crooners, those that remain, chatter noisily and strut with purpose. The lunch lady hunches over their station and holds claws to their face, miming peering through dense brush. The skunk judge murmurs about the ones from the countryside. Word has passed beyond the reaches of Beacon's light - there are people in town, and they are mostly good this time. These lantern-bearers have lasted longer than most. They may even want to help.
Seems these spirits will have to see these people with their own eyes, and test those rumors themselves.
For the first two prompts below, please feel free to NPC spirits yourselves. However, if you prefer, you may post your toplevel under the MOD-CONTROLLED SPIRITS header and we will do our best to drop in and out with interactions as time permits. These are not intended to be one-on-one threads with spirits written by the mods, and you will likely not always want to wait for a mod reply at every step and may find yourself doing some minor NPCing all the same, but we will do our best to keep up with you and your thread partners who tag in!
In that header, please specify whether you want a friendly or antagonistic spirit, or if you want a surprise, you can always say "surprise me!"
ALL MY JOYS.
You come home to find spirits in your wardrobe, with socks on their hands and pants tied in daisy chains from wall to wall. Abruptly they squeak and dive for cover, or crash through windows in their attempts to escape. They steal things that are yours, only for you to find them days later, floating in the lake or buried in the greenhouse. Can you chase them down alone? Maybe you need some help.
Not all spirits are so troublesome. Maybe you turn up at The Landmark kitchen to find that one spirit has already gotten the coffee pot started - well, except it has poured instant cheese powder from a box of easy mac into the pot. But at least it's trying to help! Maybe you can show it how the machine works. Others wind up at Solis's labs where they thumb rapidly through books and peck at computer keys, and more than one takes samples from the shelves and shoves them in your face. Did you need this alien foot in a jar? No?
A pack of roving... branches? crawls around town. They have no mouths with which to speak, but instead vibrate and clack their many tangled limbs together. They grow in number and size, making a thicket of live wood that bars you from a doorway, completely fills up a section of the tunnels under the town - or makes an impromptu and convenient bridge, if you think that climbing on someone's limbs is appropriate. Is it?
Largely these spirits seem neutral, even benign. Confused. They might ask for your help, or try their best but they struggle to communicate even more than the usual forest spirits do. They have no sense of what your personal space is, though, and more than one will reach for a lantern to bring it closer and investigate. Awfully uncomfortable, so what are you going to do about it?
ALL MY GRIEF.
At any moment, the above interactions can go south fast if you meet the wrong spirit. The one who took your lantern? Decides to run off with it, leaving you gasping for air and with very few options if you are to survive. The branches constrict and crush you, or drop you suddenly in the river. Are they here to harm you, or just to test your limits?
Others will be malevolent no matter what. The scrapyard dog snarls and pulls at its chain as it watches the thing that stalks and hunts. A small herd of soft, wooly spirits crouch low to the ground, whimper and pant as if sick or starving, only to turn on you with vicious teeth once you seem invested in assisting. Better hope you have someone nearby who can help you fend them off. Or is it better to try to distract them and make an escape? Will they be convinced to stand down, or will they wear your face as a new mask?
ALL MY BONES.
You are directed by the local spirits to the dense curtain of trees where torchlight fades to darkness. The ones you are familiar with hang back, but nod for you to continue ahead alone, or with a friend or two if you prefer. The more people who go together, the stronger the connection - as indicated by the spirits grabbing at your hands and linking them together, and giving a very serious nod. Bring your offerings whether they be food, stories, gifts, or memories of your own, and hope they are sufficient. Place them on the forest floor, or hold them out to the air. The new spirits will find you, they promise; this is not a trick. Make yourselves comfortable on the damp, mossy ground and wait for the sound of footsteps in the leaf litter.
For this prompt, you are welcome to describe your arrival to the site if you like, but all that is required is a comment with the names of the people involved, and the offerings you bring. Characters can make multiple offerings and visit multiple spirits as many times as they wish.
Afterward, a spirit will lead you back to Bonfire Square and encourage you to tell others what you've learned from your new guests. No fair keeping the goods to yourself alone!
LEFT IN THE LONG NIGHT.
After connecting with spirits, you are led back to the bonfire, to recover and recuperate from the joining of hearts, minds, and memories. You will find yourself weary, in a way the flames seem to help. The glow of the campfire is comforting, tempting. It might be difficult not to fall asleep or try to draw others into enjoying the comforting lull of crackling firewood along with you.
The weariness does fade, after some time around the fire. You're not the only one resting from the experience in the glow of firelight — and there's likely things you've seen to share. Ideas and memories and pieces and figments of past to fit into place like puzzle pieces. Now is a good a place as any to share it, isn't it?
Lastly, those that approach a spirit in tandem will find an unseen consequence. A link between them that isn't so easily shaken by a short stay at the fireside. Characters will find that feelings and sensations seem to move from one to the other without warning. Fear, anger, mourning, resentment, joy, love. Touching makes the link stronger, but even distance isn't enough to stop it. Did you want to share night terrors, even a mile apart? Or to taste coffee, even though you're in the middle of brushing your teeth? Well, too bad. The effects will last for two weeks, whether you like it or not.
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"Yes. We need to stop all of them." Of this, Soldat is certain. Rosinante has counted the stars, seen them go out. They need to stop them all. "Communicating to all the worlds. Don't know how we'll do that. Tracking down each world eater. Don't know how we'll do that. But we have to do something."
It's overwhelming. It's impossible. But Soldat at least has to try, even though they knew from the start they wouldn't have any idea how. They only have a vague idea now, and no knowledge of how to pull it off. They shudder once and put their head into their hands, leaning on the bartop.
They have more than once thought about Crowley and Aziraphale out there, as spirits, but they have consciously put that thought away each time. They're not thinking of that now, either. The World Eater problem is more important then their own grief.
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But, again, a later problem and he waves it aside with a hand.
"Or we send the nearest World Eater backward like that, or we escape to somewhere else. Those just delay the problem, but maybe we need the time. I don't know what it takes to make enough bombs to bring one of the huge ones down. Don't really even know how big they get."
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Not that, frankly, they'd really mind spending lifetimes at this. But every time they attack a World Eater is a time they might lose, and then the rest of the universe will still be at risk.
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Dark sarcasm remains the only way to get by here some days. Do dead universes even exist? How would one manage to track every world eater and move them all? But he's not going to argue that's any less possible than everything else he's suggested. It's all bad.
With Soldat apparently managing in the kitchen now that the spirit is fully distracted, and with his original question forgotten, Rosinante stands - or, well, falls out of his chair first, then stands - and sets the platter on top of the bar. "I'll ask around about what it takes to make one of those bombs. I like concrete solutions." And explosions.
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Soldat nods a little against their hands, then finally pushes up, themselves. "Yeah. Talk to Weaver. We should at least be prepared for the ones still on this world." An oh, how they'll hope for that in a couple weeks when the spirits come calling about the local one...
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Sort of. One very big thing. But as he sees it, their choices are limited. He checks to makes sure his lantern is solidly shut after the last cigarette he lit, then gives Soldat a wave. "Enjoy your cooking. And your extra company."
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Then a smile, half-seen, and the tease, "Or better yet, send Law, so I can see if this happy of yours extends to him."
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