logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

characters: everyone.
location: the path from downtown beacon to the harbor; all over town.
date/time: february 16-21.
content: the forest spirits send off their friends to join the aurora. memory opals drop from the eerie green lights above.
warnings: n/a.

i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

For most of the day on February 16, all of the town's forest spirits can be found along the stretch of road between downtown and the harbor, clearly setting up for, uh, something. They're piling snow onto the pathway, creating a miles long sled trail that starts outside the Landmark Inn and ends at the very end of the harbor's dock. Not only that, but the forest spirits are also not super willing to explain what they're up to! They're busy, you lantern-havers.

By the time evening rolls around, the spirits have set up wooden railings alongside the snowy path, as well as a warming tent, hot chocolate booth, and announcer stand outside of the Landmark. Oh, and a starting banner for the race! It's dogsled time!

Throughout the event, Beacon's downtown and harbor areas will be completely overrun with forest spirits, all there to bear witness to this holiday celebration—this holiday is for them, though, not you weirdos with your naked faces. Point is, none of the spirits will be hostile at this time! They're more interested in interacting with each other than with Beacon's residents, though if pressed, a kind spirit might be willing to explain what's going on:

The aurora arrives in Beacon for about a week each year, and the forest spirits believe it to be "friends in the sky". The lights are old friends of theirs, it seems! And each night while the aurora shines above the town, the forest spirits send off a handful of friends to join the aurora! The spirits ready to join the aurora build sleds of their own and assemble mighty sled teams, sometimes comprised of dog spirits and sometimes... other stuff. Then, when the aurora is at its peak in the wee hours of the night, the sled teams will ride off one by one, racing down the snow-covered path all the way down to the harbor, where they'll finally rocket off the dock and out over the lake, picking up more and more speed as each team gallops wildly over the water before arcing up into the sky. Once the spirits are barely a speck, they'll hit the aurora and burst into a shower of light. Beautiful stuff!

See, since the aurora is made of light, forest spirits launched into it are killed on impact! Isn't that wonderful! The forest spirits seem to think so! What is death to a dead thing!

All of this information can be learned through handwaved/played-led interactions with the forest spirits during the event. They'll all be focused on saying goodbye to their friends and cheering them on as they stream through the sky, but they're happy to welcome lantern-havers to join in the celebrations. The hot chocolate is free and only tastes a little bit like mud, so. Enjoy!

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For the entire duration of the event, the aurora will dance in beautiful silence overhead, lighting up the whole town with its eerie green glow. Every so often, handfuls of opals will rain down like meteorites from the lights above, and these opals each contain the memory of someone currently in Beacon! They can be found all over town, landing on paths and atop buildings and maybe even rocketing straight through your ceiling to crash into your living room. Perhaps a forest spirit decided to hide some shiny rocks in your cereal box or under your pillow... Better hope the Postmaster General doesn't find your opals before you do, though. That spirits sure does love their rocks. Point is, who knows where the opals might turn up?

On that note, if you signed up for a random event, we'll be RNGing characters to receive these random events throughout the event! The event may happen in response to a toplevel on this event log, or we might turn up in your IC inbox... 👀 These events will be entirely random, meaning we could dole out any number of them at any time, so it'll be a fun surprise for all of us.

If you missed signups and would still like to toss your name in the ring, go right ahead! Signups will remain open throughout the event, though we can't promise everyone who signs up will get something.

And finally... Each day, we'll post a list of the forest spirits joining the aurora! What, did you want to know in advance? The forest spirits have never been a particularly organized bunch, so they're winging this—which means more surprises for you. :)

Enjoy the races and the lights and the opals, residents of Beacon, and remember: WHAT IS DEATH TO A DEAD THING!

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That puts him in good company, as Rosinante is likewise determined. No, the odds aren't good, but prior groups failing does not necessitate that theirs will also. They have some brilliant, hardworking, and very stubborn people among them.

"Right. Have fun with training," he says as he gives a wave and takes his leave. There will be plenty more time in the future to talk strategy.

[ Sora whirls on Jason, snapping his fingers and pointing at him. The insecurity from just a few minutes ago? Gone. He's learning about a friend now! ]

Yo, I've been meaning to ask about that for months - the poison thing! Drinking literal poison! What was that about?

Sometimes.

[Is he joking? His frosty facade gives away nothing.]

I've found none of my own, which I think is strange. But I've only gathered a few so far. One of which fell out of the roof of the Invincible and hit me.

[And also happened to be the most horrific of any he found. Maybe there's something to that.]

I'd hoped perhaps someone would find one of mine that wasn't terrible. But if they have, they haven't returned it.

You're terrifying.

( that's a compliment. )

Well... look at who it is. Riku knows his best friend had a thing for Kairi, but romance... when it came to the boy who was born and raised on Destiny Islands, it seemed like he was still wrapping his head around the concept of romantic love. There's so much that's different between the Sora he knew and the Sora he's run into here that... What did Riku know?

But yeah, he's pretty sure Sora would've found nothing wrong at all about spending the night in a girl's room unsupervised. Not that Riku was much fares better; he still feels like a creep if he sleeps in the same bed as another guy, even if it was to save his life when he nearly froze in a blizzard.

"Oh," Riku says, when she mentions how they built pillow forts together, "What you're saying is, you wanna do something fun together."

Well, I'll let you know if I manage to.

[He lights a cigarette on his lantern, then stands from the crouch he'd adopted to keep Kuai from having to crane his neck too hard. He has more stones to search for and this seems as good a moment as any to break away from having to discuss his own memory farther. It seems Kuai is content with the minimal explanation he'd gotten and Rosinante is fine with keeping it that way.]

Message me if you find any more of mine, as well. I'd like to make sure the spirits don't end up with them.

"Uh, well..."

Quentin trails off, looking a little uncomfortable as he shifts on his feet. "I mean, not just for kids, because I'm pretty sure a lot of adults visit Disney World, too. It's just... it's marketed for kids? Cartoons, and uh, so. In my world, Mickey Mouse is... wow, some dude named Walt Disney drew him? As a cartoon. Only it grew and there were so many other's, too and the stories he told were universal."

Finding out someone he thought was fictional was actually not, is old hat by now and at least Disney never seemed like someone who touched kids. A little weird, sure, but not that kind of weird. "Maybe he met him once, and- and the cartoons are him telling stories he heard? It really wouldn't be the first time that happened."

And Quentin's mouth just keeps on talking, rambling on about Disney and Mickey and how there's a theory about stories. About how the stories we tell are all alive and living it somewhere. Some German guy even wrote a book about it, filled with stories and maybe all of those were real somewhere, too.

"So, I used to really like these books about Fillory? I-- wait, no. I still do, but it's just different now. That's not important, but it is important that I read those books like a million times. About the lives of this group of siblings, the Chatwins, and what they were doing in Fillory and-- and I've always kind of hoped, you know? That I would find it. Fillory. And I did, and it was... the point is, maybe Disney knew about Mickey the same way? Because he met him and just had to tell his story? Like Plover told the story about the real Chatwins."

i'm at miners castle, #4
if that works for you

Jason tries to hide a smile. He didn't always feel it, but he takes pride in what he did. Sora's words make him feel pretty good about it too.

"Some of us did. We had to take precautions of course, and weaker demigods could go unnoticed by monsters if they were careful." Basically legacies and anyone not from the big Three, Camp Jupiter wasn't quite at the same disadvantage as Camp Half-Blood though, "but there were options in New Rome as well. We could stay there year round and get our education that way."

[he nods, turning to go.]

Let me know should you find any belonging to the spirits themselves. That might prove most informative.

Thank you.

[He'll take it as one.]

I'll let you know should I find another stone of yours.

Jason wondered if he should explain that fact or not. It wasn't what they were focused on at the moment and her words give him pause to do it anyway. As far as Naminé is concerned, his parentage doesn't matter and...wasn't that how he'd always wanted it? "It just means I was expected to lead and fight...not draw pictures," is what he finally said.

When she started drawing, he made sure to watch her carefully, making note of what shapes she starts with and how her hand moves across the page. Sure enough it's easy to make out Donald on the page. He smiled when she was done, "Wow. You know it's still hard for me to believe a duck can do magic...but I guess the universe is a big place."

He picked up a pencil, "Let me try Donald again first." He'd rather master one first before attempting another. Jason studied over Naminé's version once more and then started drawing as well. He started with simple shapes and then added the details. That made it easier. It took him longer than Naminé simply because he wasn't used to it, but eventually a fairly decent Donald takes shape on the page.

"How's that?"

[Ah, that's interesting. She looks back at the lights above them, watching the sky for a moment.]

I feel like this would be memorable. You okay?

I've been hoping to, but no luck yet. I'll let you know.

[Off to hunt stones, then. Later, dude.]

Ah...right. In order to enter the House of Hades, a temple known as the Necromanteion, we had to drink a toxic potion. We were at least told how to combat the potion though, but we weren't entirely sure if it would work.

[And honestly, drinking the potion had probably been the easier part of that trial...all things considered.]

[Jo does sneak a peek if only to see how much trouble he's having. Poor Day, he doesn't deserve any trouble.]

I have another one for your collection. [She moves closer, holding out the small wrapped stone for him to take when he's ready.]

You were pretty small once.

Thanks.

( he nods and then gives a quick salute to the guy in gratitude. )

Masaomi is more intimately versed with crowbars and pipes and nail pullers than genuine battle weapons. A middle schooler on the streets of Tokyo has to make due with what he can find or legally buy. But Jason’s given him a few blade lessons during his time in Beacon. He’ll happily share Jason’s disarming trick with Sora anytime.

“Hey, plenty of people who hate kids still become teachers,” he counters with mock seriousness. “It all comes down to how spiteful you are. If you hate books so much, just put your all into making everyone want to leave.”

A little. [She gives him a smile tinged with sadness as she drops the bundle into his metal hand.]

Yeah, mostly the arm. I haven't seen you fight to recognize your style.

[That's not very encouraging, but Soldat is curious enough to give it a try now, unwrapping the stone and setting the flesh fingers onto the surface.

The memory hits, and they immediately drop it with a vehement:]

Jesus fuck!

[And then back away a step. Two steps, even. That was-- that was programming. That was the Words.]

Matt can get around in the world just fine. And really, he's used to people offering to lead him around, it shouldn't matter that much. He knows it always comes from the right place, or usually does, even if there's something quietly condescending about an adult assuming he can't even walk around without someone to guide him.

He finds nothing condescending about Naminè's offer. In fact, it is endearing, despite all the reasons it shouldn't be. His smile is a little tired, a little strained, a little far away. But it's a smile nonetheless. "Sure. It's not far, I can show you." He shifts his walking stick from one hand to the other and offers the empty one for her to take.

( no, it's not enough of an answer, and he's palpably confused. him? even when she clarifies, he's not sure he understands. he decides maybe trying to press her to talk after whatever happened might not be the most helpful suggestion, instead drawing her closer. she does seem a little calmer when she's got something solid to connect to, and sadly about all he can do for her is be that anchor.

when she finally pulls back, he lets her. he can tell she's searching for something in his expression, in vacant glasses that hide his eyes, ones that might look toward her but can't really see her. ) I don't understand. You were right here, Elektra, I handed you that thing and then you faded, but... ( the reassurance dies before he finishes it. ) That thing showed you something?

That's the coward's way out. [He palms slice in front of his neck like knives before spreading out as if to embrace the cosmos. Passion is everything!] Real love's gotta be shouted to the world, you know? The only reason you wouldn't is because you're embarrassed, and Masaomi Kida knows no shame!

Edited 2020-03-31 04:46 (UTC)

"More or less," Maes replied. Of course, in his case the 'second' death was more a return to the status quo -- his theory was that when Astoria vanished she lost her connection with him as well and in that moment he was pulled back to his original death. Except, instead of winding up in a grave back home, he'd woken up on the ferry.

He couldn't prove it, but that was his best guess as to the nature of things.

His brow furrows, trying to follow the explanation. Maybe he's been thinking about Gracia too much, because for some reason in his head he pictures one version of Sora in a sifter, slowly being dusted over a different Sora: like powdered sugar over an angel food cake.

He wasn't sure if that was an apt comparison or if he should share that visual with Sora, so he just nods. "All right, that sounds pretty complicated for...well both of you," he gestures for Sora to continue making his point.

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