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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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Hey, man, you're the one who said you'd never found a limit of what you could put in. Soldat understands the need for more data, though, and for over-stepping their own bounds, so they nod, looking down. "Whenever you're ready, of course, sorry."

Being someone's sibling surely does not rule out hatred.

But. Rosinante nods. It's so foreign, all of it, and so there's nothing he can really do but accept what Jason says as the truth of his world. "History has a way of tangling things up," he says. "Making small disputes grow larger and more complicated over time. People get bitter and divided. I'm glad you're able to look past that for the sake of your people, and your family. Not everyone can."

[Maybe not, but when the socks are put on his hands Jason has a better idea of what he's doing. He doesn't do the same, but he does follow Sora into the undergrowth, holding his lantern up in the hopes of casting more light in addition to the aurora.]

Yeah, it was red. [Pause.] It was a little different from any other opal I've picked up so far. I guess some memories just play out differently or something...

( It's a testament to how comfortable they've gotten with each other. Javert doesn't scold him for harmless back talk, although he does let out a bit of a huff, which is mostly performative. Once Soldat stands, he eyes the opal warily and asks, )

What was it?

Edited 2020-02-22 23:25 (UTC)

[ Sora looks at Link, thinking about it quietly. (His mind clicks into place at Link's assertion. Of course. That was a weird thing to say. How silly of him.)

His turn to be the wielder of the Master Sword. His turn to be the hero.

Sorry, your part's over now. Here, go play hero with this. ]

You miss home, huh. [ Where being the hero meant a lot. It opened doors. ] You must miss Midna a lot, too. [ It's just a guess, but it's a feeling Sora has. ]

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Yeah, pal, that "nobody should be alone" applies to you, too. Doesn't matter who, so long as Rosinante's got an actual friend or three in this place, that's what's important.

The cigarette is quite readily plucked out with a wry half-smile. "You really think you have to ask?" They offer it to Rosinante's lit end for a light, themselves. "I've wanted a whole ration of these in rapid succession after some of these memories." The Sergeant's favorite coping mechanism had apparently been chain smoking, since drinking didn't do a damn thing, and the motions of smoking had been soothing even if the nicotine hadn't cut it. (And a whole pack in a row did a little, at least.)

Fun discovery, that recollection.

[It's an affectionate huff. Soldat recognizes those. They make them sometimes, too, though usually not at Javert. More like at Crowley or Sora. They're not that casual with their handler.]

You helped that man you told me about, and then left him.

[It had been sad and full of complicated emotions. But Soldat thinks maybe they understood how he felt.]

At first Jason isn't sure what to make of that label. He had never met the god of the Underworld personally. It becomes a bit clearer though when Sora explains what the opal contains. Jason looks back down at it and smiles fondly, "Nico. Heh. Yeah, we didn't exactly get along at first. I'm pretty sure he was seconds away from killing me at one point...but he's been through a lot and we became good friends in the end."

He debates unwrapping it, but instead just holds it close for a second. He misses his friends.

((ooc/update: Okay, so I think if Jason had the Donald/Goofy memory he would have brought it up. So we can either have him stumble across it in this thread at some point for flavor or just handwave that he returned it? I'm going to go ahead and say he DOES NOT have it yet though.))

Yeeeah, Sora's just gonna keep things light and positive. Any overthinking and he's liable to crack. (Fjord's all there, right? Memory intact? Nothing important changed? Doesn't have nearly twenty years of memories from an alternate dimension? Hey, things happen.)

"Not bad. That armor came in pretty handy." Seriously, it worked as intended and Sora was able to pull Molly to safety. That plus Alisaie coming back safely were the only two bright points of that little adventure.

Anyway, Sora will already be slapping around in his pockets, pulling little paper packets out of them labeled with different names and pretty random topics. "Got something of yours. And, uh, my guy? You got some explaining to do." Sora's got a bit of a smirk on his face. "Remember what were talking about when we first met? When you beat me at the shooting gallery?"

[ Sora breathes a small sigh of relief. ] Okay. Good. Do you need the glove back? [ Sora will remove it from the glove and stow it in his own pocket (extremely careful not to touch it) if necessary! Otherwise, he's also perfectly happy with keeping the glove as well. ]

Thank you. I really... [ He shakes his head. ] Thanks, I owe you. Is there anything you need a hand with? [ Very serious. He Owes Him Now. ]

Probably there's a name or two mentioned in the memory, too. "One of your friends." They pull the stone from a pocket, using the metal hand, though it's wrapped in fabric so even Fjord won't set it off accidentally if he doesn't want to view it here. The stone, glimpsed through a stone, shimmers with pink.

[ He cants his head to the side. His hands remain at his sides, indicating that Sora is free to keep the glove if he so chooses. It's only the one glove, though, and rather colorfully woven from yarn at that. As for repayment, well—Somnus directs his gaze to Sora's tablet. ]

Just now, I saw my name.

( His other handlers may not have wished him to regain his memories, but Javert is quite pleased with it. He doesn't allow himself to show it, though, because God forbid he let anyone realize how soft he's becoming. Or how much he appreciates Soldat's growing humanity. He leaves it at that for a moment, picking at his food and eating, before finally working himself up to say, )

I think I've discovered one. You were in the military, before all this, were you not?

"He is a vile, despicable person. It is because of him, I am not with my brethren. He might yet be killing them while I linger here." Mewtwo will never give a name the monster responsible for his creation and his departure from the world, but Soldat has never cared for names anyway.

The description of the memory turns its eyes a deep, glowing blue as it attempts to crush the opal with its psychic powers, wishing it could be Giovanni, instead.

( he nods silently as the opal passes hands, eyeing bruce like he would sam, looking him over for signs of anything he might not be saying. it's all instinct, at this point, the natural big brother instinct. maybe it should have gone away at a certain age — sam's been an adult, been able to take care of himself for a long time now — but it's wired so deeply into who dean is as a person, he can't shake the automatic urge to protect. )

They're a real bitch, ain't they.

( it's more of a statement than a question, because they are, as far as he's concerned, a bitch. he can't be sure he's found all of his own, which doesn't exactly sit well with him — and he can only assume the memory he found of bruce's was just a tiny glimpse into whatever the kid might be dealing with, so the least he could do it return it and not talk about the details. because it's what dean would want anyone else to do with his: pretend like they didn't see anything, pretend it's all just fine. )

The blue glow fades and the opal falls. "I believe it is. You have a young one named Elysia, do you not?"

Hopefully, he does. The search will have to begin again in earnest, but it does so hope that the search is over. It has questions.

Sarissa's partway to having another sip of her drink when she stops. The moment is almost jerking, tension starting to pull between her shoulder blades.

"What?"

Not like what are you talking about more like what did you just say? A subtle difference, but a difference all the same - less bewildered, more angry, something accusatory around the edges of it.

It's impossible. That's impossible. And even so, she feels nauseous.

[Soldat straightens up visibly, even still sitting on one of the other chairs, looking quickly in Javert's direction. More memories? From Before HYDRA, maybe? They're still excited to get more, even the bad ones. Maybe ones from the actual war aren't great, but they're not as bad as the ones that came later.]

Yes. Rank of Sergeant.

Edited (better icon) 2020-02-23 01:00 (UTC)

Maybe. But Jason seems to attract the strange here just as much as he did back home. Perhaps he had a type.

The next piece of information seems a little too close to coincidence, "Really?" What were the odds, "That's...an interesting pairing. The god of death and...wasn't Orpheus famous for his music?" There are a lot of myths to keep up with after all, so it's not surprising that he wouldn't necessarily be familiar with every single one -- especially when they were very Greek and not Roman. "What did they look like?" He's curious to compare. Not that he knows Orpheus's appearance, but he'd heard Hazel, Percy, and Frank describe Thanatos.

[ Cassie had been walking around, trying to find her own memories in an effort to keep other people from having to deal with her shit. She'd had some good moments in her life, but overall... It wasn't exactly storybook material. Dressed warmer than when she'd first arrived, she sits, lantern attached to her hip like Quentin had shown her and gives herself a break from other people's memories. She needed to find the owners of the ones she had in her pocket before picking more up. Almost tempted to get on the network and just do an all-points bulletin if she knew which person in the memories was here.

Fidgeting with her sleeve, she watches the aurora trying to figure out her own personal next steps and trying very hard to not just sigh dramatically. ]

It's doable, sure, but Soldat offers their metal hand for the same purpose, holding it up with a buzz of gears. That might be easier than trying to break it with mind-powers. "I can smash it. If you need me to. The metal hand doesn't activate them. But it's very strong."

Edited (better icon) 2020-02-23 01:23 (UTC)

Or shoving them right back into the Chair any time they gave so much of a hint of remembering. Of showing personality or opinion. The gaslighting was one way to keep them in line, sure, but the American branch of HYDRA didn't bother most of the time. Rather reboot the machine than try to tinker with the programming.

"One already did. I think," they say. "Someone's memory of seeing people being shot. I remembered shooting like that."

Given what had been going on, he probably should have pieced together the reason for the visit. Still, there were plenty of memories this could have been and most of them he wouldn't want floating around Beacon. This, well, it's a precious one but he hadn't expected of all his memories for it to appear.

He looks shocked and then it melts into a smile, holding his hand out to accept it. This is one he doesn't mind taking back.

A moment later there are tears on his cheeks. He'd forgotten how small Elysia had once been, how nice it was to have that small warmth in your arms entrusting you to protect it at all costs. How big she'd grown and how big she'd continue to grow...it made his heart ache.

"Thank you, Aziraphale. Thank you very much."

They get down two mugs, then settle back against the counter to wait on the water, and the sandwiches. Aw, tomato. Best handler ever. "You didn't cause my headache, Misty. It's been around since yesterday. Just gets better or worse."

[ He slams his fist into the ground upon hearing Hux's explanation of Luke's final moments. He knows the man did it simply to fuck with him for one last time, knowing he won and Kylo lost. It was a final fuck you for going to the dark side. Luke, unlike his mother and father, had completely given up on Kylo. He knew what Kylo had become, knew that he was no longer Ben Solo, and was content in letting him continue down that path.

So... he left, becoming one with the Force. And Kylo is incensed.

He knows Luke wasn't even there standing against him on Crait, not if he just disappeared like that, leaving behind absolutely nothing. ]

I didn't kill him, then! Don't you see that? Even a Jedi will have a reaction to lightsaber blade going through them, but you say nothing about him falling to the ground or grabbing his midsection, nothing.

[ He wishes he could see exactly what happened for himself, but he knows there's no way to do that without forcing his way into Hux's mind... And, even then, he's not sure he'd see what he needs to. Everything would be from Hux's point of view. ]

If he just vanished and left nothing behind, he wasn't even on Crait.

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