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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It made things a little less... difficult, I have to admit.

[She doesn't have to constantly be afraid someone's after her throat. Sure, the spirits are out there, some very dangerous ones (like the ones that got her all stabbed up), but she doesn't have to be wary of every single person that comes around the corner.

Xayah looks back at the greenhouse and nods.]

It's more... freeing, I guess? It's warm inside and because of glass walls, it doesn't feel too enclosed.

[Human structures, while she can handle them, are not her favorite. The greenhouse gets a pass because she can see outside and the sky.]

Is there a possibility of that? [Now she looks more alert and curious.]

If we could find them, maybe we could have some glimpses into things that happened in the past here.

I always have a bottle stashed away somewhere. Come on.

( he moves further into his room, heading towards the bed and pulling out a bottle a few clean glasses from underneath. )

Not sure exactly what it is but it'll do the trick.

Brilliant.

( except not. )

Has anyone found any of yours?

[ judging by the way daylight’s winglets literally spring up behind him in utter, utter joy, he seems pretty excited by the offer. a birthday party? full of fun and excitement and celebration for someone? it's been decades since he saw one celebrated in the terran way, so he's excited by the idea!

but- okay- he tries to play it cool. he knows how precious these sort of memories are to the ones who own the opals. more than ever with the possible knowledge/confirmation that they won't be going home if they help this world. daylight, at least, knows it's a big thing when someone offers to let you see one of theirs.

... the keyword here being 'tries' because he lets out a breathless sound of glee and, then, a breathless breath of words: ] Ohmygoshyesplease!

[ ... ahem. keep trying, day. ] If only you really want to, Mr. Hughes. [ day smiles here, softer and sweeter, while he has his winglets pull back down to something more relaxed and calm. ] It's really nice of you to offer - and I would love to know more about your family! But only if you're really comfortable with the idea.

"How do you know it's your future?"

It's not as glib a question as it seems, and Quentin's hands twist together. Not for magic, not for a tut for truth or anything like that. But a nervous habit. Newly formed after 'Brian' cut his hair and changed his wardrobe and generally led a boring, gray life without magic, without wonders and without dangers.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Instead of looking directly at Wayne, Quentin's eyes cut away and he's looking at the window. Out of it, as if he's got a chance in hell of seeing anything other than what's been there all along. Darkness and trees. Small, flicking torches in the distance.

"I..." Quentin starts, stopping to try and get his mind about this, about what he's about to say. And he's going to sound like a crazy person, but- "I'm from timeline 40. What I did in my world? I tried to do it thirty-nine times before and I failed. Every time. Until this last one. I don't remember those timelines, but-" and it's in fits and starts, as he feels his way around this. Around trying to explain the concept of space-time and Time-keys and timelines that all roll out from his one central one.

"In timeline twenty-three, I-- the me in that timeline. He lost his Shade. He killed a lot of people, and. I get to live with knowing that that is also in me. That want- to do that. But it's not me."

Jesus, just act like a person and Quentin looks back, eyes moving slowly until he's looking at where Wayne's eyes should be behind that black mask. "You can change the future."

"I would rather not discuss such matters in public." He holds out the opal, and the moment Will's hand is outstretched, he drops the opal onto his palm.

That should be enough information.

[That is EXACTLY what happened and he's not going to admit it. Moving on.]

My guess is they do not come back from that. I was assuming those that died came back as we do, that they had their own version of the church that resurrected them. But this seems far more permanent.

But it remains to be seen.

I'm never going to look at the stars here the same way again.

[Is each point of light a forest spirit that will one day be consumed by a world eater? That's .. unsettling.]

[ wow, dr. ingram.

if it weren't for the fact daylight was desperately trying to find something - anything, honestly - to distract himself from the reality that's slamming against him at the most inopportune times, he probably would be pretty puzzled by the strange attempt of dr. ingram's pep talk. if it could be considered a pep talk. it sounds more like a frank talk from a poor guy who got dragged into something he didn't want to get dragged in.

(something day understands, more than ever.)

but- the 'pep talk' gets day to come out from his fits, at least. if only to look at dr. ingram, incredulously and... hopefully? yeah- he's looking at dr. ingram with a pleading expression, his optics dim and his winglets cast low behind his back, the panels quivering and twitching from anxiety now and then. ]

ЎllаэЯ '˙ѓↁ маѓБиІ¿

[ oh- oof. that hurt even his audials. daylight clears his vocoder, trying to reset his voice after release that harsh blare of static and feedback just now.

when he attempts to speak again, day sounds almost like himself again. at the very least, he sounds intelligible. ] Really, Dr. Ingram? You can tune it out like that? [ that sounds like something day needs to do at the moment. not forever but... just long enough for him to adjust towards the new information.

daylight tries to collect himself. ] How- How-

How did you handle it then? When it gets too much?

[He stares at it for a moment before picking it up, letting the memory wash over him. He closes his eyes, turning to the side for a moment to collect himself.]

Ah.

That .. is probably not something anyone else should see.

[Turning the stone over in his hand he watches the light glint off it before tucking it away in his tunic where he won't accidentally touch it again. He definitely didn't need reminding of the time he'd nearly died and killed thousands in the process.]

My apologies.

[As if this is somehow Kuai's fault that Will found it.]

Yeah- Variables and constants. The more things change, the more things will remain the same. I like to think, because of that, whenever a couple gets together, it does work out for them in a universe out there.

[ daylight smiles at mr. ambus but, after a beat, realises how weird that must have sounded.

he ducks his helm, laughing a bit awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. ] Sorry... That thing I said... It was something Taxon, a scientist on the starship I was with, used to say whenever the topic of alternate universes and divergent realities got brought up.

Um- It got brought up a lot thanks to the types of adventures my parents used to have with the crew.

"I only have pieces, still, and not very many of them. But I know I fought in the second world war. Crowley told me the years that took place." They offer Jason his opal back. If the other Nico memories don't mention the 30s, they're probably safe to not view them. Even if they're curious. "Who was Cupid? And." Their brows come together a little. "What was that crush business about?"

Look, coming from the 1930s, clearly they're missing some modern slang.

[Oh, the greenhouse. Jo hasn't been over there yet.]

I don't need anything. [She wants to reassure him that it's okay. Jo knows he can worry.]

Give me a bit. I'll come to you.

That drags Soldat back out of melancholy, glancing over at Sora with a little smile. They reach over to ruffle at his hair-- or snatch his hat and ruffle at his hair once it's gone, if he's got a hat on. "And I'm glad for that. You're good to have around." They can't know what Sora's thinking, that's just an honest assessment. They still haven't quite recognized love, but it's definitely a strong positive feeling towards the goofy kid. Nobody else makes them laugh even rarely, and Sora's managed it a couple times, now.

... Yeah. That's a really- That's a really amazing way to put it, Rosinante. [ something he'll commit to memory, for sure.

daylight looks down at the opal that's nestled in his grasp. despite the cold, daylight finds himself still warm from the memories that are stored in the opal. not only that, but he feels cosy thanks to the knowledge that he can revisit these memories when he wants to revisit them. able to enter them at his own pace and choice, able to remember that giddy rush of happiness and excitement. ]

I'll do my best to remember everyone from now on, then. So they're not really dead but honoured in a way. [ he looks at rosinante with a smile. his winglets hitching up in joy as his optics dim with fondness. ] Even if it hurts for a second or longer, I'll do my best to remember everyone I love and care for.

The ones back at home and the ones here in Beacon.

[ because there are a lot of people day wants to keep fresh in his processors. winters. mr. dick. fluffy flower friend. he wants to honour them and if memories are one of the ways... well... why not? ]

Sure! Just knock when you get in, okay? [ daylight needs to clear his vocoder, feeling embarrassed by something he needs to confess to her now, while there's still time. ] I, um, had to stock some stuff against the doors to keep the spirits at bay.

[ listen- he cares for the spirits a lot, he does, but the weird thing they have re: his opals, is kind of testing his patience.

not that he'll let that slip through his conversation with jo. he does his best to be cheerful, because he is and because he worries. (like jo knows he does.) ]

See you in a bit, Jo! You definitely know you can't miss me when you're here.

Right.

[He's glad to have passed the topic of romance. It's not something he expects to happen to him, considering how poorly his attempts before the war had gone.]

As fascinating the thought experiment is, we live in this one universe and must face reality as it is. If there is a universe where I am alive, I am still dead. [Good for the other Minimus, but there's not reason to be idealistic.]

[ dad, it burns.

dad, i can't see.

i can't see

i can't see

i can't see -

she feels herself say the words as he speaks them, tries to will herself to stop him from thrashing around. it burns, the rest of their body aches; she's reminded of the hand's poisoning only she hadn't lost anything from it, not like this. her (his, their) heart is pounding faster than she's ever heard it, his fear and her anger combining dangerously. it's overwhelming, the pounding growing louder and louder and drowning out the sound of his father and the gathering crowd and the residual sounds of the accident and the city and and and -

elektra finds herself suddenly returned to her own mind, eyes snapping wide open when she hears his voice, older and deeper now, but with the same panic underlying in the tone when he says her name. she gasps as if she's breathing for the first time, like she'd just been drowning and was now surfacing for air.

it takes a second for her to realize she's back in control, able to move and look where she wants to, and she looks at him, eyes wide open and frantic and just staring for a few seconds before his words fully register.

her hands start trembling and the rest of her body follows before she reaches for him, arms winding tightly around his torso as she tries to anchor herself to her own mind. ]

"Yeah?" Soldat tries to imagine a bitty, feathery, baby Xayah. The mental image is pretty cute. Especially since the mental image seems to basically be a ball of purple down with her little nose and very big eyes. Interesting decision, brain. Probably not accurate, but still cute. "What were you like?"

What?

[That's-- okay, so neither New York or Fillory were a picnic but serial killers?]

No, really-- what? And who's Jason? [It's much better to talk about this than about why Quentin got so damn drunk in the first place. And why he isn't anymore.]

And everyone have just... settled in to this new normal? With serial killers and cheerleaders with bows?

"You really lived in it. I--" he clears his throat, because okay. Not thinking about Alice chucking Ember's jizz right now and more importantly, not thinking about her dying from Quentin's demon.

"I saw. I... there was a rock. With you in it, and you were in space. It's so..."a soft sigh "big."

[Moving slowly in to the room, Quentin sits down on a bed. The messenger bag slamming awkwardly in to his thighs as he sits cross-legged on the edge.]

I don't even care right now. Just hit me with your best shot.

[ Sora's eyes widen. A bunch of supernatural monsters who live in a warehouse and she's friends with some of them. Cool. ]

Must have been pretty interesting growing up around all that. It's too bad that some of them are dangerous. Is there any way to talk to them, or do they just not know what's going on? [ That seems sad to Sora. Well, like, he's perfectly aware that they could also know the difference between good and bad but just not care, but that's sad to him for a different reason. ]

[ Sora will shake his head firmly! If there's one thing he knows, he wasn't brought here for anything. He doesn't really have a destiny. ]

It might be important, sure, but no one is meant to just work and work and work forever. I don't think that's a thing. [ At least he wants to believe that. ] Look, did you not have friends back where you're from? Did you do anything for fun?

[ Sora allows himself to be nudged, smiling back. Aw, Link. He'll yell at the Gods for him, if that's what it takes. ]

It's okay. I don't have to feel good or bad about it. It's just how things are. [ Knowing that he's never meant to be a great leader or a hero or a champion has freed him up to do lots of things, after all. If he's accidentally given power, then he figures he needs to use it to make sure that actual important people get to do what they need to.]

I'm more worried about people like you. [ Like Riku. ] You're important. You need to go back to do what you need to do, and it feels bad when you can't.

[ Sure, he also feels bad that he can't go back to Locke City and let people there know he's all right, and he can't go back to Riku and Kairi and Donald and Goofy because they're dead in a collapsed universe... but it's not like he left behind a responsibility to anyone but himself. Link has that. Riku, in his persisting universe, has that. He can't imagine how awful it must feel to have to carry that kind of responsibility only for it to be taken away. ]

I don't want you to feel like things are hopeless. But! If I'm not allowed to make you my quest, and I can't give you a new purpose, then maybe I can just save everyone? Then you'd just have to deal with it. [ Sora nods to himself. That was the plan, anyway. ]

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After is good <3

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