EVENT LOG: FEAST OF LIGHTS

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EVENT LOG:
FEAST OF LIGHTS

characters: everyone.
location: around town.
date/time: december 23 - 30
content: Holiday cheer is here!
warnings: n/a. please cw tags appropriately.

a show of lights

When characters wake on the "morning" of the 23rd, they'll find all of Beacon is lit up beautifully. Spirits have carefully placed candles all around the town, lighting up the familiar buildings and streets with a warm, comforting glow. If others wish to help, they're more than welcome, but it won't take too long: they've clearly spent all night getting things ready. If asked, Rastus will explain the spirits do this every few years, and yes, those candles are lit from the bonfire, but he'll get them back before the end of the event.

Once the spirits finish their task, it's time to hand out dreidels! While the four-sided toy has the usual Hebrew letters on it, characters will soon realize that they've little correlation to the typical rules. Instead: each side offers a certain kind of prize (listed below). Characters can play against the spirits or among themselves, but either way, they'll find a personal dreidel in their possession for the duration of the event.

secret santa

Of course, the spirits aren't the only ones in a holiday mood. Thanks to the tireless (and secretive) efforts of Eleven, quite a number of people wake up to find a present nearby. The wrappings vary from elegant to, well, an effort, and the gifts range form big to small, but there's no doubt each was given with at least a little thoughtfulness in mind.

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[equinoctials]

[ Brat, she says. Riku grins, a little too sly to be entirely pleasant. Some habits are hard to break, as often as Riku does his best to behave well and be responsible, there's still the temptation to be competitive, mischievous, and trouble-making sometimes. He's just generally been too low spirited to. ]

Only the side where nothing happens.

[ Otherwise the rules are standard. Needless to say, if it falls on nothing, the penalty is to take a drink. He's put a cap on how many rounds that can happen, in case someone on a losing streak ends up too drunk too quickly. That's when the drink switches to water, he explains. ]

[originallutece]

You realize you're predisposed to lose, yes?

[Just saying. But the dreidel spins, and it lands, and . . . nothing happens. Rosalind frowns.]

Maintenant quoi? Est-ce que quelque chose est censé se produire?

[First of all, hover for translation, second of all, I don't speak French so if that's now how you say that oh well, third of all, that's her effect, she speaks French for the next hour, mon dieu.]

[equinoctials]

[ Is it really losing, if everyone shares a laugh, a few hours when they can forget about their troubles, or about the dreadful threat of the World Eaters looming on the horizon? Even if they can't lose sight of that danger, just enjoying the company of friends might be... if not enough, then a welcome reprieve.

Riku watches the dreidel drop, at first he looks around for the spirits, one of them chirrups; it's not until Rosalind speaks that he turns back around, his eyes a little wide.

It's not a phenomenon Riku's unaccustomed to. When he visited that world with that beautiful cathedral, he thinks he encountered something like what he hears her saying and how it somehow ends up something he understands. That the mouth speaks one way and his heart reads another.

This surprises a laugh out of him. ]

Just did. Can you hear yourself?

[originallutece]

[Oh, lord. Her mouth purses, but it's not as if this is the worst thing that could have happened to her. And clearly he can understand, so it doesn't matter, but:]

Pour l'amour de Dieu.

[She nudges the dreidel over.]

It's your turn. Are you really going to hold the alcohol hostage until I spin correctly?

[equinoctials]

Thinking about it.

[ A tease without follow through, apparently, as Riku puts the bottle down on the table to trade it for the dreidel. Once he's set it to spinning, he glances up at her. ]

What language is that? I've heard it somewhere before.

[ A wobbly clatter, and Riku glances first at the spirits and then at the dreidel.

Which is when a fistful of chocolate coins get thrown at the other side of his head. ]

Hey!

[originallutece]

French. You've likely hea--

[--heard Javert and I speaking it, was what she was going to say, but then he just gets smacked with a bag of chocolate coins, and she can't help her first surprised, instinctive reaction: she laughs.

It's not for long, and it's not loud. Just a brief snicker before she covers her mouth with her hand, more content to smirk smugly at him than laugh.]

Now, now . . . that's the nature of the game, isn't it? Don't be a sore loser, just take your winnings and be grateful.