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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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"Of course." Clutching the stone to his chest, Cao Pi takes a breath as if to reorient himself in the now. "My apologies, I don't mean to be distracted. It took me by surprise. What you saw is my Lady Zhenji. She was with me in the battle which ended my life and sent me here, so it is my hope that she survived and lives, still."

There is nothing to blame Hughes for, really. Battles just sometimes go the wrong way, especially those that are over before you can even draw a weapon. His demeanor probably isn't reassuring, though, given how startled and angry he is about the damn thing just appearing among them like it didn't just murder two of them. The general is correct, though, and his change of topic successfully derails a potential rant. "...oh? What do you mean?"

Elderberry, foxglove, lily of the valley . . . and a few others.

[They're names she's memorized, not names she truly knows. She hasn't any idea if they can even be grown in a greenhouse. But if she's no chemist to buy her things from, she'll have to make them herself.

She takes his hand, her grip strong and her gaze slightly guarded.]

Are you familiar with any of them?

Cao Pi skillfully pockets the stone - like hell if he's giving it back, anyway, but the way he ferrets it away is a little more sneaky than it should be, like he's embarrassed to be caught with it. "I had almost forgotten that conversation. Master Ishida nearly got the better of me that time, had I not come up with a proper comeback at the end."

He raises an eyebrow, privately wondering how much this metal fellow with his glorious mustache has in common with friendly Daylight. "What, do you not enjoy a good spar with words? Particularly with a skilled opponent."

Yes, Captain America is a name, or title, he recalls. Someone vague, a defender of a kingdom he's heard reference to here as the home of many of the people gathered by the portal. Someone that Soldat's HYDRA wanted removed for whatever reason, and as he has no real knowledge of either side he can't possibly judge who is in the right and who isn't. HYDRA's methods he's skeptical of, as clearly Soldat wasn't treated by them the way he would expect military leaders to treat their elite soldiers, but sometimes hard things have to be done in order for there to be justice for the rest.

"I'm sorry," he says, for he can tell this revelation hits Soldat hard. He'll let the mystery of how a sickly artist becomes something far more remain a mystery for the moment. Of course, now he's not sure what else to say either, for what do you say to that? A person suddenly realizes they were set up to kill their best friend, simply because they were on opposite sides of some sort of war.

"While I was well-versed in the law, my duty in the courtroom was usually to list out the arrestee's crimes for which he was tried. The only sparring in which I participated was in training."

This certainly sounds like a man with few friends.

Memories CW: Spoilers, Character Deaths & Violence

[There are several opals that fall from the sky with memories from Ravus' life.

An opal of pure black (until 3:03) - the death of a queen, and the birth of a grudge.

An opal of bright white - the strength found in family.

An opal of burning red (until 1:12) - the loss of one life, and a rage that nearly ends another.

An opal, clear, but hazy, like raindrops or tears(until 6:50) - the inevitable conclusion of one bound by fate.

An opal of shadowy grey (until 2:52) - a final promise fulfilled and a final betrayal.]

B. The Aurora

Celebrations mean little to Ravus, but he does make the effort to come out for this one, if only for the lights.

He stares up at the swirling aurora for a time, silent and reverent. It is the dogs that draw him out of his thoughts. They actually merit the hint of a smile from his lips.

Spirit dogs. He grew up with two in his household, and he has a soft spot for them.]

Wait, does this race kill the dogs as well?

Wild Card

[Other ideas? HMU.]

[ Months ago, Vanitas would have demanded what exactly Riku thought he was doing by invading his space like this. Or rather, he wouldn't have demanded anything and instead punched him right in the gut. The ruins of the destruction the both of them wrought together are just down the hill from where they stand, backlit against the water shining bright with the aurora, a wrecked monument to Vanitas' grief and Riku's refusal to back down.

Now, he stiffens as Riku comes close, and scowls at the arm that comes over his shoulder like it's offending him personally by being there. The expression doesn't linger, though— because what Riku is doing with his fingers draws his eye instead.

An approximation of a heart appears in front of him, made crude only because it isn't exactly easy to make a perfect shape like that with hands. Vanitas first looks at the shape, then through it at the aurora beyond. For some reason he can't explain, the whole moment makes heat crawl up his throat and threaten his face. He can feel Riku's chin on the top of his beanie. ]

Tch—

[ Vanitas reaches up his own own hand and grabs Riku's wrist, yanking it down to break the shape of the heart in half. ]

Obviously it isn't, stupid. You asked me what I was thinking about.

[ Soldat’s attempts to hotwire the car are successful! The hands they use are, notably, incredibly cold, though Soldat’s innate ability to keep themself from thinking of things like that seem to help with mobility.

The thing is, right on the information panel the needle for gasoline’s pointed right at the ‘E’. So while the car is working, battery and all, it doesn’t seem to want to move.

We’re out, the voice in their mind supplies unhelpfully. You’re going to have to use your legs.

Is there anything else they want to check inside? ]

Edited (pronouns...) 2020-02-20 04:10 (UTC)

[(Well, fuck you too, buddy. Sergeant, be nice, he obviously ain't used to having to use his legs. Or being banged up.) While in there, Soldat peers around for a coat or something, any useful weapons (if they're not themselves, there's probably not much use to having a metal arm), or information that might fill them in on what happened to this version of Kal-El.

Armed with... probably nothing, but maybe they'll be lucky... Soldat climbs back out of the car and starts the trek towards the crystalline structure.]

I wasn't a fan of your father.

[ He wasn't a fan of 99% of the people he encountered on a regular basis who served the First Order. He had his own agenda and most of them stood in the way, Hux included.

Kylo turns the opal over in his hand, looking down at it before before offering it to Hux. He knew it belonged to him before he even picked it up. Given that he has worked closely with Hux for the last five years, he didn't need to look, but he was curious. ]

Take the opal, I have no need for it.

[Ravus' stomach churns as the black opal shows him the death he imagined for the past sixteen years. There is poetry in the scene that plays out, parallels that rival the great dramas of the Tenebraen playhouses.

The hand that drops his sister's hand --how he raged, as a young man, that Regis had not held tight and seen his sister to safety-- and the sword that pierces the king's heart. They are achingly similar. The moment of the slaying, Ravus swears could have come out of one of Ravus' dreams: Regis, cut down with the same sword that killed his mother, struck in the back as befitting a coward. His mother had taken that sword head on, unarmed and unwavering.

Ravus staggers out of the library and ducks around the building. He falls to his hand and knees, dry heaving. So much hatred, so much rage, so much confusion. Never before has Regis' murder given him pause. He hates the man.

...

...but even as his continued cowardice enrages him, Lunafreya's memory has shown him something else. Regis' regret. His acceptance of his sins. His love for Lunafreya.

There can be no forgiveness, but... Lunafreya had lost the closest thing she had to a father, and Ravus has not known, or had not been willing to see.

He doesn't know how to face his sister, but he knows he must. This opal is hers alone, and must be returned to her safe-keeping.

Ravus scrubs a shaking hand across his mouth and forces himself to rise, to navigate through the darkness to find her. He probably looks like hell when he finally staggers up to her.]

Aziraphale gives him a soft look and then hands him the opal. "I found this. It's yours. It's... Oh, well, it's Elysia's birth, and I thought perhaps you would want the memory to hold onto and revisit whenever you want."

hey masaomi?
it's sora
i was with you in the church a week or so ago? i found your lantern back then

i think i found a stone that belongs to you
do you want it back? let me know if I can meet up with you somewhere

Though still a little sad from yesterday's goodbye, Daylight was able to whip up something for these spirits:

Each spirit gets a little card that says 'TO THE STARS' on the front over an illustration of the aurora above them. Inside the card is a charming sketch of the spirits along with sincere well-wishes. Daylight gives them all a quick hug and a wish of good luck, hoping they have a good and final trip when it's time to go.

"Ah...a court official." That does explain a few things, but not many. "A shame. There are few here who can hold their own with me over wordplay. It seems my search continues. Still...

"Thank you," he adds suavely, "for returning that to me. Not the face I was expecting to see, I will admit."

[Ravus hasn't spoken to Argentum much since he arrived. He seems to scare the blond, which has suited him just fine thus far. Ravus is existing peacefully with the other other Eosians, but that does not mean they must be friends.

The opal, which finds its way to that window sill that has seen so much spirit traffic in the past couple of weeks, shows him the one thing that might increase his standing in Ravus' eyes-- he has rendered a favor to Lunafreya. His sister's debt, he counts as his own.

So he waits to corner Prompto alone in order to return the gem. He does not purposefully swoop in with the intent of scaring the boy, but he can be intense, so there is no telling how it is received.]

I have something of yours, Argentum.

"Yeah, Keyblades."

Riku doesn't say anything, so Prompto's assuming he at least saved part of his dignity. Though, the higher Riku's eyebrows go, the more a faint blush creeps over his face, so he's glad for the distraction of talking about large key weapons.

"It...well, it feels...creepy to keep them." Like he's peeking into people's lives and shouldn't be. He hands Riku's opal to him--it's actually pretty cool and he'd keep it if it didn't contain a memory--and grabs a different one, rolling it between two fingers.

"I noticed the little guy and whoever Mr. Time Travel was both had them. Are there more than that?"

Sora would have understood if Minato had told him. Sure, it'd be difficult to listen to, but he understands what it's like to love the world like that. He would have done the exact same thing for his own friends. It's a simple choice. Just... there sure are consequences.

"So... it didn't hurt?" That's good. In Sora's world, sleeping and death are two realms that sit side by side, and he'd crossed in a few times in his dreams by accident. He supposes that can't be so bad. He much preferred that to his other two deaths. Just wandering too far and falling in... it was easy. Painless.

Sora laughs a little, even while his voice and nose are still thick and filled with fluid. "How could I not care? She loved you a lot." He finally scrubs his eyes. Dry? Mostly! Success.

"I know how that feels. Not being able to do anything. She's... so strong. She didn't even really give up. I couldn't do that." He knows this simply as a fact about himself. He goes into serious denial, then melts down. If she kept going without him... Aigis must be incredible. "I wish I could meet her. I don't want her to be here, but... y'know."

Hell, Soldat doesn't even know. All they know is that is the same face, the same voice. The same person. They finally move, and it's to shakily scrub a hand over their face. For once, they're not crying. Big emotional moment, and there's no tears at all. They hardly even feel anything but shock and the persistent headache. A headache isn't even the kind of pain they're used to ignoring.

(Not the greatest sign, pal. I know. God, Steve. How could I do that.) But it feels more bewildered and lost than angry or upset. Their happiest memories all come from Steve, and they-- shot him. Stabbed him. Hit him again and again while Steve just lay there and let him.

"Christ," they mutter, squeezing their eyes shut against a memory they do already have. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I. Should have waited. Done that later."

[ Soldat will find a receipt in the passenger's seat reading for a diner, a coat in the backseat, some gloves and used lipstick in the glove compartment, and-- if they choose to look in the trunk-- the trademark blue and red tights along with a tire iron. The latter's the closest they're going to get to a weapon. The former, meanwhile, seems to have a bright yellow and red "S" on its chest as opposed to the black and red one that Kal has back in Beacon.

The trek is going to be pretty difficult if the pain ever gets to them, because the body they're in is battered. There is an ache in their jaw and in their eye and the taste of blood is stale in their mouth; they're not exactly the picture of health. Though it's a painful trip, it's fairly uneventful, up until they come across a wide, cold river.

There is a patch of ice that can be hopped onto, if they try, though there is also the matter of getting that patch to move across the river. Nearby is a polar bear, who spares them a glance but seems to stay relaxed despite it, like their presence is one that they're used to. Perhaps it lives somewhere nearby?

That's Kelex, the voice in his head says fondly. She gave birth about three months ago. ]

"It's all right," he says reassuringly. "If it were me in your shoes, I'd want to know too. Can't imagine not knowing most of your own past. Guess I'm just glad there's a way to get some of it back somehow."

How, though? Every time he stops to try and work out the mechanics of the situations they're put in, he's left at a loss. The opals are created by the deaths of forest spirits being bathed in light. Flying too high. Maybe striking against whatever it was that killed Stone. Why should fragments of their destroyed bodies become memories of the people below them? Especially memories that should have been long gone?

"If you need some time alone, I understand. I'll keep looking for more for you."

Well, yes. [ Clark's own grip is just as firm, but he releases it once the customary handshake's been done. ] Elderberry's common for medicinal purposes, but foxglove and lily of the valley? [ His head tilts slightly. ] Pretty d-dangerous.

Might be best to use, uh, pots for them.

[ His head cocks, brow raised. ] Did you need a lot?

[There's only so much ignoring pain that can even be done, but when you're programmed to complete the mission no matter what, you just. Keep going, anyway. It's not fun, but it's do-able.

The river's going to be harder, though. The last time Soldat wound up plunged in icy water, even just up to their waist, they spent several minutes reliving the first horrifying moments of cryofreeze. This won't take them by surprise, at least, but... still not a great idea.

The bear gets a wary glance, then a snort at the sudden information. (You name your neighbors, spaceman? Sergeant. Shush.) Then, because hey, this is appearently both of their heads, and Kal is responding to the environment, they give it a shot: (Kal-El. I don't suppose Kelex would help us across, would she?) Hey, no harm in asking. Soldat is used to talking to their own head.]

I believe in being prepared. I'd rather have too much than not enough over the coming year.

[There's a scar creeping out from under the collar of her shirt, dragging all the way up the left side of her face. Maybe that will help him understand why she wants such dangerous plants.]

Pots. Any other requirements? A certain amount of water, or lack thereof? And dirt, presumably.

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