EVENT LOG: FEAST OF LIGHTS

[inthenightmods]

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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[callada]

Fortunately, Rosinante has seen more surreal things in his life, just not normally so big.

"You think it's safe?" he asks cautiously, absolutely expecting that this is an offer for flight of some sort, but he does attach his lantern to his belt and then climbs on up. It's a little unnerving, but he trusts Stone has tried enough flying to know generally what's safe and what's not - especially after learning the hard way at least once.

The view from up here alone is still fantastic, though, and once he feels stable enough, he holds onto a large spine and stands up on Stone's shoulders, admiring all the little lights down below. "This is incredible," he says. "It must be a pain to have to stay our size so often when you could have this view."

But obviously it also comes with benefits, like being able to talk to them and interact more easily. It's a shame Stone doesn't have more of his own people here, though.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Of course it's safe. Stone does this with people all the time, back home. It's pointless to be the biggest, strongest, and most steady if you can't use it to carry wingless Arbora or groundlings, or tired and injured warriors. There's even a ridge of raised scales along his collarbone, which would make really great handholds when flying, or in the case of someone as big as Stone, almost a sheltered seat.

He taps them with one claw, makes sure Rosinante is holding on to one, then rises up to two feet, wings half-spread for balance. One could see pretty far, from there, if there was anything to see but lanterns in the distance, and the glow of the lighthouse.

[callada]

Rosinante makes sure to have a good hold on those as they're pointed out. Up here, too, the breeze comes stronger across the lake, without buildings to interrupt it so much. It's thrilling to be above everything -

But as is typical in his life, one can almost count off the seconds before disaster strikes. It's not even the standing Stone does that triggers it, for obviously he's careful and familiar with this. No, Rosinante just doesn't have solid footing. One heel slides across a scale, and then he's suddenly falling, though his fingers scrabble for purchase and finally he manages to cling to the edges of a scale on Stone's shoulder before he can fall entirely. Still, his feet are dangling, and he's unable to even shout - the lantern jarring hard against Stone's scales, and his misplaced ribs doing the same, has him briefly breathless, but hanging on.

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone does have hands, you know. And cupped wings, curled around himself and under where his passenger might fall as soon as he feels Rosinante start to slip. He reaches up to put one palm under Rosinante's shoulder, making a noise that sounds somewhere between amused and resigned. Be however clumsy you want, Rosi, Stone will catch you. He's dealt with worse. At least Rosinante isn't afraid, on top of it all.

The lantern might leave a bruise once he's back to groundling form, though. Ow.

[callada]

Thankfully he doesn't have to maintain that deathgrip for long, then, as he's helped back up.

"Thanks," he murmurs, but doesn't say anything more about it, and doesn't much mind if somehow Stone doesn't even hear him. It happens, it's fine.

"Sometime after the weather clears and we get the night sky back, I'd love to see the stars like this."

[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone makes a rumble that sounds like agreement, and gives Rosinante a very gentle pat on the top of his shoulder (the least likely place to destabilize him) with one finger. It's not the same as basking in the sun, but stars are at least pretty. And he's happy to oblige anyone with a better view of them.