EVENT LOG: DO YOU REALIZE? PART TWO

[inthenightmods]

EVENT LOG:
DO YOU REALIZE? PART TWO

characters: everyone.
location: Bonfire Square.
date/time: August 18-19.
content: the party takes a turn for the worst.
warnings: violence, gore, character death.

"but if your lantern's too banged up to fix, you ain't coming back."

Late on Saturday evening, just as the party's hitting its stride for the night, the foghorn sounds. It's a frantic blaring, the deep, hollow bellows of the horn echoing over the trees in some approximation of a song, impossible not to hear from wherever you might be lingering this evening.

It captures the attention of the forest spirits, first and foremost. They drop whatever they're up to as soon as the first note strikes the air, and they listen. You listen, too, though any sense of understanding is lost on you. One thing is clear, though: the time for distraction is over.

•••
The tone of the party has changed, and not for the better. Before, the forest spirits at least seemed to be enjoying themselves, feasting and dancing, wobbling around and entertaining themselves. Now...

Now, the atmosphere has changed. There's tension thrumming through the air.

One's head snaps to the side sharply, focusing on something unseen in the forest. A few moments later, and others do the same: bodies locked in place, limbs frozen, they stare at something out into the darkness. Can you see it? Maybe. Maybe there's something out there... and maybe you'd better not attract its attention. Two pinpoints of green light, glimmering though no light manages to reach its body. It doesn't move, and neither do the spirits in town, but perhaps it's best not to disturb them.

A few aren't so calm. Mouths dropping open, the noises they emit range from low urgent clicks to desperate howls, but all give off a deep feeling of anxiety. Fear, verging into terror, claws digging into dirt and spirits skittering madly over buildings, limbs snapping erratically, the path of their movements understood only to themselves. They don't lash out at others, not yet— but there's a frantic energy to their movements which suggests something is wrong.

Good thing you're disguised as a spirit, isn't it? Although if you haven't gotten to that station yet, rotten luck. Maybe you better get to hiding, because right now it seems like the spirits aren't so keen on things that don't belong.

•••
Ah, but after that initial panic, the foghorn abruptly goes quiet. The lighthouse beam shuts off, too. The thing with the green eyes vanishes, and most of the other forest spirits have already fled or are still stuck frozen in town, but it's now that the others attack. Apparently not all of the spirits were won over by the party's attempt at diplomacy.

The hostile spirits attack with abandon, and can't be reasoned with. The only way to stop them is to kill them or detain them, although you could just wait it out and hope they move on soon. In any case, how you deal with the spirits is up to you. Feel free to NPC them in your own threads if you'd like to fight them or attempt to interact with the frozen ones, though the fighting spirits will continue to fight until dispatched and the frozen spirits won't snap out of it no matter what you do.

As far as what the expedition teams are up to, that's up to them. All expedition teams including the team that's with Winters are able to make it back to town to witness the chaos. What happened out at the lighthouse, though? The Winters crew will be sure to let you all know... soon.

And if you'd like to go after the spirit with the green eyes? Well, go ahead, but do so at your own risk.

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clarke | the 100 | ota

[colonists]

i. glamoured.

[ in her spirit disguise, clarke is able to move around freely enough following the sound of the foghorn that causes the spirits to first freeze in place, before they start to grow increasingly hostile. the growling and hissing, snapping of claws and appendages, seems to be directly in response to the sound coming from the lighthouse — as well as something else in the forest, that she strains her eyes to look at. it's barely discernable, but she can see two pinpoints of green light that might be eyes.

whatever it is, it seems to perturb the spirits further. it's only when the lighthouse's searchlight shuts off and the green lights in the forest disappear, that the chaos begins, and the creatures move around her and past her as though she's one of them as they attack the other residents. this is no longer a party — this is a bloodbath.

when the choice is kill or be killed, there is no choice. at the first person in mortal danger that she sees, clarke doesn't even think — she uses her glamour to get in close enough with her knife, slashing at scaly and furry bellies and severing animal and alien-like limbs and claws before they can be used to wreak havoc on any of the people she's come here with.

she slits a particularly gruesome-looking insectoid creature's abdomen from behind, as it's swarming over and attempting to gnaw on someone, and splashing herself with a bit of gore in the process. when she turns on the person she's just saved and sees the fear in their eyes, she feels the need to quickly reassure in a hiss under her breath: ]

— Shhh. It's Clarke. [ don't let on too loudly that it's her, else the spirits will overhear and her advantage will be stolen. ] Now scream at me, like you're terrified!

ii. glamourless.

[ it's inevitable that eventually her glamour will run its natural course — either the rubber band holding it to her head snaps, or the paper plate is torn — and once it's off her head, all protection is gone.

now the spirits are coming for her, as well, and clarke manages to fire off several shots with her gun to take down the fastest ones in explosions of blood and viscera. she gets between the residents running for shelter and the creatures rushing at them, barking out commands. ]

Get behind me! [ she has a very limited amount of ammunition, but she's going to make every shot count until there's nothing left, and go down swinging with the barrel of the gun, or her knife if she has to. ] Find some shelter! I'll hold them off as long as I can!

[ — which isn't long enough, because after a few moments her magazine clip is empty, and one of the frenzied creatures charges at her and leaps, knocking her down before she can draw her knife, onto her back on the forest floor as she yelps and wrestles with it. ]

iii. wildcard!

[ feel up to something different? hmu @ either pm or spinebarrel. ]

( prompt: glamoured. )

[mutterseelenallein]

-arke [ her voice is raspy from her earlier yelling and cursing but she aislin was trying to say the name of her saviour. clarke- the young woman she had met at the boat. someone who isn't going to try and kill her.

relief and a new rush of adrenaline rush through aislin's sore body as she scrambles back on her feet, protectively clutching the lantern to her chest. her leg maybe, for the lack of a better term, fucked up from the monster's attempt to maul her but she's intact and the lantern is intact thanks to clarke. that's all that matters.

besides getting out of here.

aislin manages to look clarke in the eye and nod, showing that she knew it was her and she knew to play along, and then aislin takes a quick but deep breath before she lets out a scream.

a very therapeutic thing to do in times like these so she's more than happy to give it her all. ]

[colonists]

[ not a moment too soon; a heartbeat later, and aislin would have surely lost her leg and perhaps some other limbs to the insect-like creature attacking her. her lantern is undamaged, at least, but clarke can see through the eyeholes of her mask that there's a gash along her shin, sliced up through her clothes — something she'll have to treat later, when this madness dies down. if it dies down, that is, before they have to dispatch every last forest spirit on the rampage.

in the meantime aislin does as she orders her to, opening her mouth and letting out a scream of terror that's fairly convincing, and clarke nods and again mutters under her breath: ] Can you walk? If you can stand on it, get going as fast as you're able — I'll be right behind you until you get to the Invincible and get inside, to make sure they're not following you.

[ then, to make it convincing again — she growls, and the sound that comes out in her glamoured state is a feral, gutteral thing that sounds rather frightening regardless of what she's intended. ] Now run!

[mutterseelenallein]

[ she definitely does not need to be told twice.

aislin gives a quick nod to show she understands the plan and she soon quickly scrambles up on her feet to show she can run. her hands grab at the edge of her skirt, tearing at it so she's not constricted during the 'chase.'

and not a moment too soon. clarke lets out a growl that's enough to convince anyone to get moving. her urge is almost deafening to aislin's ears as she bolts, doing her best to keep her wits about her as she runs towards the direction of the invincible.

unfortunately, it seems actual spirits take note of her fleeing form. she can hear them from behind- too many feet and thundering stomps follow from the distance. slowly, but surely, gaining ground. ]

More- Are coming-! [ aislin lets out the warning through gasps of air, trying to give clarke a heads up. ]

glamourless

[policier]

( The sound draws his attention, and Javert rushes toward it without a second thought. The forest is dark, and he has no idea what he's running into until he's almost right on top of the angry spirit. Javert grips his cudgel firmly and cracks it hard against the creature's head, sending it tumbling limply against the forest floor. He looks down at the girl, and asks in between breaths, )

Can you stand? ( He throws his hand out to her, looking over his shoulder. ) Come. We shouldn't fall behind.

( His face contorts a bit, wincing through some unseen pain, a wound hidden somewhere beneath his coat. That can be attended to later. Right now, they must ensure the other's defense. )

[colonists]

[ one moment she's wrestling with the creature, flat on her back and struggling — and in the next moment there's a sharp crack splitting the air and the bulk of her attacker's weight falls directly into her. clarke struggles to push its limp body off of her, shoving its carcass away with a distasteful expression.

the hand that helps her up belongs to one of the other residents, an older man she hasn't seen before. he seems to have appeared literally out of the darkness of the forest and stumbled upon her, which is about as lucky as she's ever gotten.

she gets to her feet, somewhat unsteadily. ] Yeah, I can, I — I'm out of ammo, though. [ the explanation probably isn't necessary, as it's got to be obvious why she was on the ground defenseless, but, still.

clarke squints through the darkness into the distance, where she can see the entrance to the invincible. ] ...Can we make it, if we run?

[policier]

( He holds onto her until she's steady, and even then, he stays close, knowing that in this chaos, it's better for them to stick together. To stay within each other's reach so that they can help one another at moment's notice. )

We don't have much other option.

( He says, looking over his shoulder and urging her forward at a light jog. There's an urgency in his step and in his voice, but no fear. )

Go, now. The creatures will be upon us again soon.