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In the Night Moderators ([personal profile] inthenightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-02-16 05:05 pm

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!

•••

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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ultraviolents: but blessed with beauty and rage (oh god; what the fuck have you done?)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2020-04-01 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ she swallows, still trying to catch her breath. her hand reaches out, touching his cheek, confirming that he's in front of her and she's not still stuck in his memory. he's asking her to clarify what she meant and she's not sure how to explain exactly what had happened. ]

Yes. It - it showed it to me from your point of view, something that had happened to you. I saw -

[ she hesitates, but only briefly. they've promised each other honesty, and she knows he'd want to hear this, but it feels so intrusive. she'd known what had happened to him, but this is different. ]

- The accident. I saw the accident.
arsarcanum: (pic#13700732)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Sora sees that smile, bud. He'll smile back. Bro, he means it. (Gotta keep up with him. There's gotta be some responsibility material in him somewhere!)

Sora tips his head a little, thinking. "But you were at Camp Jupiter since you were a baby, right? Which means you probably stayed there, at least when you were really little. Which one did you go with?" Sora figures that, were he in Jason's position, he'd want to be wherever his friends were, but he isn't going to assume Jason's the same way.
arsarcanum: (pic#13706790)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-01 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? What? How do you fight a potion? [ Once it's in there, it's not like you can fist fight it... right? Sora's mental image of the situation is probably a little confused and alarming. ]
arsarcanum: (pic#13700732)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-01 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Crowbars and pipes and the odd bike chain. A switchblade, if you're fancy. Yeah, he feels that. (He'd really like that disarming lesson! A baseball bat isn't a blade, after all. Swords require finesse or something.)

Sora opens his mouth and almost says something a split second before realizing that he misunderstood the analogy. Nothing for Masaomi to reply to, he just looks a bit sillier than usual. He grumbles instead. "Nothing against books. Books are fine. It's me, not them. Wouldn't wanna scare anyone off from reading them if they really wanted to."

He pauses, rolling his shoulders back from his sulk and thinking about it seriously. Sora knows that he doesn't want to be a librarian, but he doesn't know what he'd want to be except... not a librarian. Or a police intern, which he'd done for a couple of years before coming here. Definitely not that. "I always wonder why people who hate kids become teachers. Like, I know money's a thing, but is it really that bad out there?"
knifecollecting: (God Bless us every one)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2020-04-02 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Now that is very interesting. She gives him a long look before nodding slightly.

"And what did you fight back home?"

Jo has seen a lot of different things here already. She's interested in what other worlds are like.
mindofathief: (Kumatora looking over shoulder)

[personal profile] mindofathief 2020-04-02 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Ghosts and stuff." Well, that's what he fought at the start of his adventures. "Then chimeras, mixes between animals and sometimes machines. It's been a few years since I fought off an actual animal in the woods."
knifecollecting: (I'm Alright)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2020-04-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Most people don't, it's true.

She smiles softly, shrugging after a moment.]


You had quite a weird life, huh.
donttalktome: (dramatic pause)

[personal profile] donttalktome 2020-04-02 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. Well. I suppose one never knows."

Except Will does know, or he's fairly certain he does, anyway. People don't come back, not the same. Sometimes another version of them appears, the same person from another splintered timeline, but it's not really them.

It isn't worth it, though, to snuff out Soldat's little ray of hope, feeble as it may already be. That's the least Will can do, to let him keep that. He's not usually the merciful type, but, well, he's in a mood.
donttalktome: (that's right bitches)

[personal profile] donttalktome 2020-04-02 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The bird person? [Will snorts.] I don't really remember too much about her, that was one of the shorter jobs.

[He and the higher officers of the crew hadn't exactly gotten along.]

Ask away. [There's nothing here that's particularly worth hiding.]
arsarcanum: (pic#13826443)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-02 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora may consider his second death a return to more of a cosmic status quo, but it's not like his life was connected to a goddess. The powdered sugar analogy is excellent, though; Sora will be thrilled with a better way to put his existential crisis.

Sora nods back, then braces himself, gripping his knees. "Back in my world - Earth, not, uh, Destiny Island - there were a ton of people like me, but like... we dealt with it in different ways. A lot of us could deal with being more than one person. Kind of like a mix? Not really the person in the past, but not really being the person in the present either. And then there were people like me. We could keep things separate." Sora laughs. "Well, uh, technically. Me and, uh, my other? Were having a lot of problems with that. I think we were meant to be mixed together, but Skyler didn't want that. He wanted to be just him. We tried."

He nods. "I'm still missing a lot of things from my past life, so I'm using some his memories to get by. But like... I'm me. The kid from the past. I still miss all of my friends from my old world. I'm still Sora." It wasn't even a question. He still can't really think about himself as anyone but Sora.

"That's what I thought, back in New Jersey. And then I got here." His eyes fall to the table. "My best friend is here. The person I remember from back then, not from Earth. I... haven't really seen him in three years." He keeps staring at the table. "I don't think he thinks I'm his friend. And when I really think about it, I don't think I'm his friend either."

(We still haven't gotten to the main topic, but Sora's getting there.)
arsarcanum: (pic#13700732)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-02 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jobs? So Will worked under... temporary contracts? Where Sora's from, most doctors worked at the same place for a long time. That's... the opposite of a contract, right? (Wait, what's Will a doctor of, anyway? Sora never went to college, he doesn't know what that all's about.) ]

Why did you speak up? For the other guy? The one with the, uh, lizard. [ Sora wonders if he should clarify that he remembers that part of the conversation. Well... maybe a little. ] They weren't too happy with him, right? Because of the body-snatching thing.
worthallthis: (sad 2)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2020-04-02 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Will is probably right, honestly, and they know it-- can tell from Will's tone that he doesn't have any hope, either. But. Just in case. Soldat looks away-- well, further away-- and instead of continuing, asks, "Is there anything you need? While I'm out." Since they hardly ever see the guy, they might as well ask before getting back to the next task in their list for the night.
notthatjason: (Default)

is this the one you were thinking we could wrap?

[personal profile] notthatjason 2020-04-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Barley cakes.

[He proceeds to tell Sora the story of how his friends: Frank, Hazel, and Nico obtained the information. Which included Hazel being poisoned by some creatures called katoblepones and Frank fighting EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. In order to get a cure for her and the information about the House of Hades.]
arsarcanum: (pic#13784118)

yup! let's go ahead and cut it here!

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-03 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sora listens with rapt attention! Man, it's good to hear about Jason's wild adventures! (They'll get to the Toy Story stuff later. Hey, maybe they can have some adventures together in there, too!) ]
mellowyellow: (to wake up the pantless former stripper)

[personal profile] mellowyellow 2020-04-03 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Job security," is Masaomi's mockery of a solemn reply. "For all the crotchety sad sacks who couldn't say no to their nagging mommies when they were scolded to give up their dreams for a government paycheck!"
arsarcanum: (pic#13767819)

[personal profile] arsarcanum 2020-04-03 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Masaomi, you may be a, a custard pudding? Or something," Sora adds. He'll find the rhythm for that phrase at some point. "But I lost you right after the job security thing." Like, wasn't that the important part anyway?
knifecollecting: (It's just a matter of time)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2020-04-05 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Jo laughs quietly with a shake of her head. Somehow she wouldn't be surprised if the turtle team was real somewhere.

"I doubt Dean would've let us." She smiles broadly at Elle. "He would've tried to join them instead."

Jo's not sure how much Elle is aware of about their world. Castiel certainly hasn't been quiet, so maybe it's fine.
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[personal profile] notthatjason 2020-04-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"When I was younger, mostly New Rome. I didn't really see the need to go out and see what was out there." Plus, he was expected to lead Camp Jupiter and possibly even New Rome someday -- and that influenced a lot of people to encourage him to stick around. "It wasn't until I was in my teens that I started looking into schools in the nearby area, wanted to look at what ideas existed outside of New Rome. It was probably for the best anyway, demigods attract trouble and until I could handle myself I could have put a lot of people in danger."

He still had to face monster attacks -- creatures that sought him because he smelled like a tasty treat -- and usually they got more than they bargained for.
notthatjason: (Default)

[personal profile] notthatjason 2020-04-06 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
That's one way of putting it...yeah. I don't think I truly appreciated how strange until I got here though.
knifecollecting: (Yeah?)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2020-04-06 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
i'll be there eventually.

[She heads back to the village at a brisk pace and figures out which house is Eliot's.

A quick rap on the door before she calls out.]


Hey, it's me. Jo, with the opal for you.
sublimebeast: (I'm a Fun Guy from Yuggoth.)

[personal profile] sublimebeast 2020-04-06 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wasn't gonna make a joke," Link answers honestly.

"I actually think that's pretty cool. I mean, I like wolves..."

Or, at least, he's trying to like wolves. He is one a lot of the time... There was a golden wolf back home that used to haunt him, though. He wonders where it must be these days? Still looking for him, maybe...
mellowyellow: (thx for the lesson on dirty dancing)

[personal profile] mellowyellow 2020-04-07 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Not even Masaomi expects the raucous snort that bursts from his lips. Sora's reply is so disjointed, so unrelated, so ridiculous that there is no room for sulking left in Masaomi's brain. He just laughs.

"What does pudding have to do with job security?"
policier: 𝓭𝓷𝓽 (thirty)

[personal profile] policier 2020-04-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
( He remembers. Perhaps not the prostitute, but he remembers the hallucinations, the discussion they had of Robert, and her death. Javert doesn't so much as flinch as she takes his lantern in her hands, inspecting the antique surface for indentations. He, himself, had already discovered it weeks ago, though he never thought to mention it to her. )

I had noticed. ( He answers roughly, looking across at her. ) I did not think it worth making a fuss about.

( The lanterns may be their lives, or whatever remains of it, but Javert could not have imagined that such a small crack would be so harmful. Considering the alternative, the fact that it could have shattered completely, he got off lucky. )
Edited 2020-04-07 03:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] catholicisms 2020-04-08 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
( Matt is extremely unversed in the supernatural. back home, there were occasional aliens striking down in Times Swuare. there was that psychopath with mind control powers in Manhattan for a bit. true and genuine magic is still hard for him to wrap his head around. she's told him some of what the Hand is capable, hell, he's experienced plenty here in Beacon. still, the idea of his memory being encapsulated in a stone and falling from the sky? that's a hell of a thought to wrap his head around.

he's silent a moment. he's not mad at her, not really. it isn't her fault, hell, he's the one that handed it to her. if he knew, would he have? even with the promise of honesty, nothing held back? probably not. not because it's a secret, he'd tell her plain how the accident happened if she ever asked. more that it's not an experience he would want anyone to live. not even Wilson Fisk quite deserved to watch life fade away from him as his father desperately begged for someone to save what was already gone.

his hand tenses, just a moment, before he rubs a spot between her shoulder blades. an attempt to comfort, though there's probably no good way to relax after living a moment like that one.
)

It's just a memory. ( is that a fair description? maybe. maybe not. certainly not for him. but he wants to lessen the vice of terror in her voice, and hopefully for her, that's all it has to be. )
knifecollecting: (Paler than a pine box that holds bones)

[personal profile] knifecollecting 2020-04-08 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Jo's expression falls from happy, dive-bombing into regret in an instant.]

Sorry, I should've- [She didn't know exactly, but she should've warned him. Something.

The cattle prod......Shit. Of course, it wasn't a good memory.]


Sorry. [She digs into her messenger bag, pulling out a bottle of water.]

Here.