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[personal profile] policier
characters: javert & ota
location: the village gymnasium, bonfire square
date/time: february 5-12
content: javert fractured his leg, and he's not dealing with it well
warnings: n/a

i don't know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i'm good )
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[personal profile] worthallthis
characters: Soldat etc, open and closed prompts
location: Various, see each prompt
date/time: February 4 - 15, non-event stuff
content: Some new additions to the usual routine, some quiet grieving, and some dancing
warnings: Just the usual Bucky shit

Some good adjustments, some not so good adjustments )
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[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Az and Cas
location: Cas's place
date/time: End of the month
content: Turn out the lights
warnings: Extreme angel body horror. Trypophobia x 1000

and we were only skies )
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[personal profile] worthallthis
characters: Bucky/Soldat, Sora, Aziraphale, Crowley, and Misty
location: Miner's Castle #3
date/time: January 10, after this
content: Dragging a cold kid over for dinner
warnings: Nothing beyond the usual for these guys

On the way back from the armory after Sora's ill-conceived decision to hare off alone in a blizzard, it's not hard to change direction on the way to the library just enough to wind up somewhere else, instead. The Soldier would be surprised if Sora managed to figure it out until they're already almost there, if not already climbing the porch, between the dark, the flurries, and the snow piled up everywhere making the world seem new and different. If they hadn't been keeping up patrols once a day even with this storm, they might not have been able to get them both back in a timely manner, themselves.

"Inside," they say through their scarf, gruff with the cold, the need to take the damn thing off before they start feeling the mask instead, and the desire be inside where it's warm and they can take out the stress of the day by feeding people. "You're getting hot food before I take you back to that damn cot."

Besides, they know perfectly well Aziraphale invited the kid a while ago. They follow the network pretty obsessively, and that conversation wasn't private. So this is okay. After stamping snow off on the porch, brushing it off their hair and coat, they open the door to the cozy living room, repeating, "Inside."
lunchbreaks: (look at me now、 will i ever learn?)
[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Aziraphale and... you?
location: Miner's Castle #3, or your home, or town square
date/time: Jan 7th-25th ish?
content: Catch-all up to the total blackout event (??? i forgot what this was called again and i just looked it up)
warnings: Extremely fussy angel

kenna ikki morgunin enn )
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[personal profile] savingthrows
characters: Eleven and You (ota)
location: Miner's Castle #2, Edge of Forest, Bonfire
date/time: January 4
content: Eleven is struggling to cope with her power loss, until she stops coping altogether
warnings: panic attack, volatile emotions of a teenager who was taught only bad coping mechanisms, blood, references to past trauma/abuse

➣ Closed to Cast Mates
Two hands that are white, can't put up the fight
Bereft of all strength and the flames in her eyes


[ Not so long ago, Eleven made strange, seemingly disconnected requests, and has been a rare sight around Beacon outside of her Santa's Secret Game mission. Those requests were walkie talkies from Rastus, and help in building a blanket fort that's been occupying her corner of her shared room with Nancy ever since.

It's in there that she sits now, cross legged, and to Nancy especially it would paint a familiar picture of Mike Wheeler. Eleven takes a breath. She has better ways to try and reach out, across vast distances, across dimensions, but those have been taken from her.

( She remembers falling and falling and falling into an endless void, near consumed, head bursting and a sense of amusement, a morself to be played with. )

So she has this. A walkie talkie set to the frequency her and Mike used.

Others understand but they don't know, not like Mike does, or even Dustin or Luke. Nancy and Steve know, but they don't know the way the boys do from that brief period of their young lives, when lives collided like a slow, beautiful catastrophe.

Eleven talks to him, when she thinks herself alone. Most often in the blanket fort. but sometimes she finds a quiet spot around Beacon. It helps. It's just pretend, and she knows that. But it helps. She listens to the crackle of static for a moment. ]


Mike. It's day Nine...ty-six. Ninety-six. [ Her voice catches. ] I played the... Santa Game. It didn't.. help. Nothing helps...



➣ Open
The infant, the damage, the plunder, the pillage
Her ruins of smoke, this river can't choke


[ Eleven has set up near the edge of the forest for the day, and she spends a good long time there. She's dizzy, she's light headed, and yet the malnourished space of her mind remains empty, and nothing moves. Nothing happens, nothing ever happens.

Just recharging batteries. Just... just recharging.

She doesn't have much to practice with. On a log sits the christmas ornament, some sticks and rocks, her lantern. She takes a slow deep breath. She's... been at this for a while. Even in the chill of the air, her face is red with effort.

Eleven stands there, still, one hand outstretched with her palm facing outwards towards the objects on the log. She thinks of crushing soda cans, she thinks of liquifying brains, she thinks of flipping cars and pushing trains and rending flesh asunder, she thinks of big things and little things, and she focuses, she focuses so hard, body shaking with the effort to channel what little energy it has. And it refuses, just stubbornly refuses to be more than the body of a normal 14 year old girl, helpless and hapless and utterly, infuriatingly powerless.

When something snaps, it's not the empty space where power should sit, easily tapped into. It's herself, her progress and her being. It's dark and it's cold and she's trapped, and no words conquered and friends met will ever change the fact that she's right back where she started, trapped in the dark, and before long she's breathing hard, near hyperventilation, bile sitting at the back of her throat. The edge of the forest might well be a wall closing in on her, and the light of her lantern seems to wobble away from her, and she thinks, for a dizzying moment, that she pushed it instead of pulling... only to realize it's not moving, it's her mind spinning out of control in the dark, and she yells 'I hate you' at the forest, picks twigs and pebbles and clumps of earth up and hurls them, weakly and impotently at the looming wall of trees until she's red in the face and out of breath, and unsteady on her feet.

It's not enough. It's never enough, and nothing helps, and it's dark, it's always so dark, and her powers are gone, and so is she. Trapped like this, she might as well be 011 and not Jane Hopper, not El.

She grabs the things on the log eventually, and she stalks towards Beacon, towards the treacherous lie of the fire, promising comfort like Papa, and like Papa, it never comes, not really, not truly, not ever, not for her. Nothing good happens, things just get worse and hurt worse. She's close enough to be in the light by the time she trips, unsteady on her feet, and the christmas ornament the Baubledook left her with drops. Eleven sucks a painful breath in between clenched teeth.

It doesn't break, and she just stands there for a moment, hand outstretched, but it doesn't return to her. It doesn't break, it doesn't move, it doesn't change, nothing is going to change here, and she snarls, she bends down and picks the ornament up, and with a loud scream of anger and frustration and pain and contempt she smashes it down, breaks the pretty bauble into shards, and bends down without thinking, grabs with her bare hands and doesn't mind that she cuts herself, just hurls the shards into the fire with an angry yell. Next is a random, hapless twig, and she revels in it, in the pain and the sting and what little acts of destruction she can still inflict in this state. The spirits are burning things in the bonfire, and she wants to burn all of Beacon in it, and have it burn out that dark patch in her heart that try as she might she can never, ever scrub clean.

And she reaches for it, yanks the lantern off the clip on her belt - a gift, something nice, and she feels worse because it's not helping; nothing is, and she's halfway through a throw when she thinks better of it. Let's the lantern drop - short distance, it lands heavy but with no more damage than a dent, but Eleven pulls her hair, kicks a bench and whirls, intending to stalk into the darkness without the lie of the lantern, and collides with a body, and she doesn't hold her furious temper back, just immediately yells:]


Go AWAY.
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INTRO LOG: JANUARY
ALLES NEU


characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: january 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. the forest spirits engage in some new year's shenanigans.
warnings: n/a.

WELCOME TO BEACON... )
lunchbreaks: (never lonely knowing you're along)
[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Aziraphale and YOU
location: Around Town
date/time: Dec 23rd - Dec 31st
content: Feast of Lights + general EoM catch-all
warnings: (please warn accordingly.)

There is just one thing I need! )
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[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted
characters: Quentin Coldwater and [various] Open To All
location: All over Beacon
date/time: From December 17th and until December 31st
content: What has Quentin been spending his time on before Christmas, and "this is how the world ends - not with a bang, but with a whisper".
warnings: None for the first prompts, but the last one - warning; violence, swearing, suicidal ideation, death.

Cause I don't wanna think about that right now )
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[personal profile] sauntered_downward
characters: Crowley and YOU
location: All Around Beacon
date/time: December 5-12, and other points before the Night Market
content: Crowley's back to life, y'all. Did you miss him? Did you not miss him? Maybe you should come tell him how you really feel.
warnings: N/A

No, I just think I'm two steps nearer to my grave... )
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[personal profile] inthenightmods

EVENT LOG:
ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DREAMERS)


characters: all characters that signed up as a dreamer for the event.
location: dreamland feat. beacon of the past.
date/time: november 16-29.
content: the dreamers investigate beacon as it once was.
warnings: psychological/existential horror. further cws will arise depending on the location; mods will cw tags appropriately, and you will too!

exit light, enter night. )
lunchbreaks: (the hills are alive)
[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Aziraphale and Crowley
location: Home
date/time: Nov 15th
content: Crowley's finally getting his cast off, and honestly we just wanted a log to backtag into during the event
warnings:You came for spoop and received schmoop

will you handle it with care? )
lunchbreaks: (if you change your mind)
[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Daylight, Eleven, Stone, Eliot and YOU
location: The docks
date/time: Early Nov through Nov 11th
content: A mingle log for rebuilding the docks and/or generally if you'd like to have your character help with a mini-project. Feel free to throw up your own TLs! I am also still on slowatus until the 6th but wanted to put this up with ample time before Sandman!
warnings: N/A. If you would like to handwave your involvement, please just lmk and I'll add you to a list or something so everyone can just assume your character was around

i remember long ago another starry night like this )

Catch-all

Oct. 27th, 2019 10:27 pm
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[personal profile] lunchbreaks
characters: Aziraphale and maybe you?
location: Around town
date/time: Oct 28th-31st
content: Trick or treating + a date. These are unrelated.
warnings: N/A

andante andante, tread lightly on my ground )
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[personal profile] worthallthis
characters: Bucky and Various (Closed prompts + Wildcard OTA)
location: Around Beacon
date/time: October 19 - 29
content: Catch-all for Bucky stuff
warnings: Just the usual occasional disassociation, swearing, and bickering with himself

Actual socializing, wow, so amaze. )


V. Wildcard!

Got something you wanna say to the Soldier? Want to come to one of its classes at the gym? Got some other idea based on his daily routine? Just hit me up here!
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[personal profile] callada
characters: EVERYONE??
location: General Store + around Beacon
date/time: October 18-31
content: This is the costume prompt from the TDM, delivered to you all in mingle-style by popular request and with mod approval
warnings: n/a for now but will update

The following content is blatantly copy-pasted )

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