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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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I'll head that way.

[A moment later, there's one more text.]

You don't need to apologize even if it had been any of that. I think many of us had interesting lives.

A name like Pigmasks is a little too on the nose, huh?

"People must have been desperate for help, if they were that ready to trust invaders..." Of course, the Destiny Islands were so idyllic and peaceful that they probably would have rolled out the red carpet for newcomers, too. There's a certain naivete afforded places that know little war.

"What did they want?"

"I mean anything like it. Anything that involves you stuck in a place you don't wanna be, or doing something you don't want to do. Anything." The powder-keg mentality rearing its head for a moment. It'll pass.

She laughs, brief and without much mirth; sad anyone would ask that question.

"I love you to pieces, but you're not in top form. You've got a lot of wounds in your head, and they can't go unchecked. They have to get opened up, helped, healed. Dunno what the end result will be, but I think it'll be a guy much more comfortable with himself. Not needing such a strict schedule, or any handlers, or panicking when you hear your name. Lot of hurdles before that, which is what these are. Getting better."

Something like that. I don't know much about them. They're people, just like we are, but they have fur and tails and all that.

[They rarely turn up in his usual corners of the sea, preferring to avoid humans, but they're real enough. He's heard the stories of Zunesha, the great elephant the size of an island who carries them on its back. Shame he'll never get to see that now.]

But - "the world they're from", you said. So they're not from your world either?

Maes looks down at Sora. This was a very new side to Sora. Maes looks around and then nudges Sora with his foot, "Come on. Let's have a seat. We can talk. I already have a coffee, but do you want me to get you something?" There weren't a lot of options, and he couldn't tell if Sora was the type to drink coffee or not. Still, he'd offer.

He pulls out a chair from a nearby table to make a point of sitting there so maybe Sora will get off of the floor. "Technically we're already dead...and while that probably makes us more experts than most, I don't think you're going to die from this," he waves his free hand dismissively. "It doesn't make you either of those things," he takes a sip from his coffee and then gently sets it on the table. "It just means you either aren't ready for that kind of relationship or just haven't found the person that connects with you in that way. Besides, all relationships are different, just like all people are different." He really hadn't expected his teasing to upset Sora so much, but he supposed in some ways that was just another marker of his inexperience about these things.

"Yeah," he responds with a bit of a smile. The patrol list is a nice thing to have, especially as they get more and more spread out. The Invincible is still at the center of things, but with the village and the hotel over an hour's walk away each, they need to be more organized than ever.

Pocket stasis though, huh? That's a surprising ability. "Interesting. A lot of what we have here doesn't seem perishable, or if it is, it takes a while. But I don't think anyone's tested the maximum limits on how long, say, raw chicken keeps before it spoils. Would be worth doing sometime."

A very minor waste of food in order to learn something - for he had been talking to Gregor about this earlier in the month. The man seems to know something about decay, and it truly is strange how little of it they've seen here.

Riku's kind of in the same boat, though he decided fairly early that returning the opals to their assumed rightful owners (or pitching unknowns into the lake) was probably the right thing to do. Otherwise, it just feels like prying into other people's business. Admittedly, he does end up with an opal or two he hangs onto simply because of personal and/or sentimental reasons...

Humans have their weaknesses.

"That's an even longer story. The short version is Mickey set out to search for a certain Keyblade," Riku explains, resting a fist against his hip, "Meanwhile, me and my friends were trying to build a raft to leave our world and see what else was out there. I," he hesitates, "Am not really proud of how what I did to leave, but while we were separated, I eventually ran into Mickey."

He's just gonna... yep... gloss over huge amounts of important plot points... what can he say, he hates telling long stories.

Well, unless I get the chance some day, I guess you get all the honors instead.

[And it's not just flattery, or something like that. He likes music and there hasn't been nearly enough of it here. Sure, there's the jukebox at The Invincible, and that's fine, though he's heard all its songs a hundred times over now. They do have Songbird now too, admittedly. But all of that music is so alien to him compared to something simple and earnest like someone singing traditional songs from their homeland. That's real music.]

Do you know Duster? I think he plays a few instruments and was looking to get together with others who could perform. You guys could do live music nights every now and then. I'd come.

That is just entirely too adorable, even an ice-cold heart like Cao Pi's would melt over that. "A baker? Many a man has been snared by food, I don't blame you. I'm sure she kept you well sustained during training."

If only it were mere drama, and not a crucial means of staying one step ahead of potential threats. "How fortunate for you. Even in my early career as a mere officer serving my father, I never got to enjoy the simple pleasures of staying out of it.

"So." One word with so much weight. "You have now seen my father in action. Something almost no one here knows about. Even the Grandmaster doesn't remember enough of his history lessons to know more than a few passing facts about the Hero of Chaos, and yet you have seen him yourself."

Oh? Well, I suppose you can hardly be blamed for getting struck in the head by someone else's memory. [he assumes it was right in the head, because it makes such an amusing mental image.]

I don't know what is going on, with this festival of theirs. Nor why they seem capable of flinging themselves into the sky. I assume it doesn't end well for them.

"Enforcer Minimus, then." Though he doesn't know what sort of respect goes with an Ultra Magnus, he'll keep that in his back pocket for a future time. "A pleasure, even if the meeting comes under such strange circumstances. Then again, strange circumstances seems to be rather normal in this world, might as well stop considering it strange."

Cao Pi lowers his head slightly but neither bows nor kowtows. Deeper relationships get deeper bows.

The immediate thought is to deflect. They're fine. They function. They don't need that name, they're got a perfectly serviceable one now-- if Javert wasn't a handler, what else could he even be-- and schedules are nice for keeping one's day properly filled--

--but--

--hugging Misty after the frog memory had been hard. And if she hadn't been careful, even in her own grief and pain, they might not have managed it at all. There's still the threat of shut-down. The word "doctor" throws them into almost as much of a panic as that name does. They're scared almost all the damn time, even now, even if it's ignoreable because they're so used to it. They just sat on Misty's floor for ten minutes and sobbed their heart out, for Christ's sakes. That probably is not fine.

Soldat groans a little and bangs their head lightly on the cabinet a couple times, resigning themselves to it with ill grace. They're gonna have to fucking get better. They have no idea what that's gonna look like, either, except that they know they can't go back.

[He waits to open the little paper parcel, letting Kuai go first. The mention of his brother makes him hesitant, although thankfully Kuai is one of the few who already knows some of their complicated relationship. It doesn't make Rosinante more likely to want to talk about any of it, but should he break down crying or end up wanting to punch something, at least the Grandmaster has seen some of that before and was gracious enough about it.

Once Kuai speaks, Rosinante nods, then takes his turn. Ridiculous sounds okay to him. Better than -

Yeah. Better than this. Better than a memory that gives away far more about himself than he's comfortable with. Hopefully Kuai is the only one who found this one, or one from around its time. It doesn't floor him the way some do, but he narrows his eyes and tucks the opal back into the paper pouch, and slips it into the toolbox which he latches shut. That's enough of that.]

In yours... what is that? What are you seeing? It looks so strange. I don't even know how to put it into words.

It's as if she can sense the hurdle being leapt. He's allowed some moments to his thoughts, though there won't be many thumps before she speaks up.

"That's the spirit. It'll feel worth every single second of this when you're done. Swear on my life."

"The spirit is banging my head against things. Okay. I can do that." It's a little snarky, and the humor is less than stellar. But dammit, Soldat just had a really bad afternoon. Or whatever. They're probably lucky they're speaking in complete sentences. "Should probably get up."

"No," he confirms. "Never had a reason to. I think they're mostly found in the Grand Line, which is an equatorial island belt I just never had much work in."

Well, other than the places he did have work in, but Marineford is right at the edge of the whole region, as is the Sabaody Archipelago, and between those islands and the whole of the North Blue he was kept plenty occupied.

"I would've liked to see more. Not now, I guess," he says with a shrug.

"If you want. Like I said - afternoon nap, just upstairs. If you wanna take a minute and get yourself a drink, could even throw the bedding in the dryer."

How the doting tables turn, Soldat, how they turn. Warmed bedding is the height of you-need-spoiling.

"D'you need a hand with it?"

[Somnus gives Quentin a sidelong glance. Yes, he wants it back. The sleeve pulled over the proffered hand is telling, but Somnus takes the opal into his own and relives the memory without further ado.

Ah, that explains the reluctance. With the flick of his wrist, he dismisses the opal to an extradimensional space. His own expression betrays little, if any, of his thoughts.]

You have my thanks.

[Creepy isn't a word he ever thought he'd hear next to Ardyn's name. He can tell the latter, though—even in Prompto's memory, Ardyn seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in such a strange place.]

Surely the Oracle has informed you of his true nature.

It's an odd little exchange, especially knowing what's coming. Still, it seems Soldat has an easier time showing his past than maybe talking about it. Then again, maybe Jason just didn't know the right questions to ask. As he experiences the memory, Soldat is taken on a part of a quest with Nico.

It's a strangely pleasant memory, if a little odd. Jason probably isn't the one to find it strange at first, given that he'd been set to training with the sword at a young age himself. Still, there are little things that seem...off. The way the memory seems to be confused about aspects of previous girls or the concept of not being able to ask questions or even liking things. It hints at something that Jason's not quite sure he wants to know the details of because all he can think of is prisoner or, perhaps even worse, slave.

He blinks and he's back in the present, looking down at the rock. He runs the pad of his thumb over the colorful surface, thinking.

"When you agreed to help Javert with combat training...did you remember doing this before?"

"Need to eat first or I'm gonna regret it. But. Yeah, after." They'll stay here for the "night". Even if it's early still, maybe getting a little extra won't hurt anything. It sounds kind of appealing, at the moment.

Haven't hauled themselves up yet, though. Working up to it, maybe.

Soldat is less disturbed, more fascinated. What the hell. There's flying, and skeletons, and kids who don't like to be touched, and the fucking. Nineteen-thirties. Seriously. (Also, what the fuck is a crush and why is it so important that it be on this Percy person?)

They frown at the opal, thoughtful and a little confused. Jason's answer is almost absent. "I hardly remembered anything, then. Felt natural when I started. Especially with people who don't know anything about combat. Might've been from that. Got no idea how many groups of little girls I had a hand in training, but enough that it was familiar then. In the only way things felt familiar, back then, anyway." Which is to say, the prominent "know things without remembering why" that Jason would have experienced.

So you remembered him before this?

( His memories aren't something they speak of often. Javert wouldn't know where to begin asking, if he did, and he rarely, if ever, speaks of personal matters. Perhaps he should try. )

Names of reliable persons are always good. Somnus commits them to memory as he nods his assent.

"Here, we are all deceased. No one person stands above the rest. We're free to choose from whom we accept orders and to whom we issue them." Somnus may have been a leader once, but he's no such thing here. "I ask that you share your ideas with me." Without unnecessary apologies.

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