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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bruce wayne (marzi),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- catra (val),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- dean winchester (miyou),
- duster (nara),
- elektra natchios (carlee),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- gregor allaine (leu),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- kylo ren (kelly),
- link (psi),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- minimus ambus (nara),
- namine (ami),
- nancy wheeler (chrissy),
- newton geiszler (mippins),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- sarissa theron (bella),
- somnus lucis caelum (jae),
- sora (mawi),
- steve harrington (zelly),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu),
- xayah (helena),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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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FOREST SPIRIT SEND-OFFS
SUNDAY
The Squealing Pumpkin
The Stompy Hood
The Face Lifter (cw faces/skin getting ripped off)
The Mushheads
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He says goodbye to them, wishing them well, and, for these spirits, he'll be giving them a handmade prize ribbon for them to wear on the race. On the ribbon is the glyph 'Freedom' written on the button.
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Being that it's one of the first spirits to go, Rosinante doesn't realize just how final this flight will be. He smiles and waves at the little pumpkin dude. "Don't know what the hell you guys are doing, but good luck, I guess!"
They all seem happy enough. It's probably fine.
SCREAM
Fuck. He looks around wildly, but none of the spirits seem to care, if anything they're happy to see this spirit and are thronged around it. It leaves Cao Pi torn, tense, freaking out inside. How can he warn everyone without losing his head? Or, well, his face. Again. Look at the fucker, it's got his gross torn-off face right on its belt like...ugh...]
Re: SUNDAY
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MONDAY
The Void Face
The Rabbit Man
The Long Scavenger
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He wishes them the best of luck in their races and, for these spirits, he'll be handing them paper stars that can be attached to the sleds if they want to do that. They paper stars are meant to keep the travellers safe in their journeys, especially ones with unknown but exciting destinations at the end of the trip.
TUESDAY
The Round Lads
The Fluffy Flower Friend
The Mouthbird
The Skinamajig
The Sighing Sphinx
FLUFFY FLOWER FRIEND.........!
For Fluffy Flower Friend, Daylight got them something extra special: A cape that's been carefully covered in paper flowers, with a little brooch claps to tie around Fluffy to make sure it stays secure on them when they go to the sky. He makes sure to give them the best hug he can muster, after helping them put the cape on, and when he pulls back-
He has the biggest smile on his face though his winglets are dropping low and he chokes out a 'good luck' through a sob-choked vocoder. Despite it all, Daylight makes sure that Fluffy knows that he wishes the best for them and he understands that this is what they have to do.
What's death to a dead thing, after all?
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WEDNESDAY
The Giggling Ghouls
The Troll
The Centipede
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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.
THURSDAY
The Horns
The Skeletoddler
The Mantis
The Snowman
The Invincible Barkeeps
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He sniffs a little because he knows that crying isn't actually needed here, they see death differently, but he'd tried his best to repair this connection and he's sorry he couldn't do more in the time he didn't realize they didn't have and - look, he's perfectly aware this is a him problem, just let him have his big-ass emotions, okay?? They're just going to have to deal with his goofy ass sitting on the ground with this stupid shitty chair gulping down big sad breaths as he waves to their sled. It's just what's happening here.
Goodbye, sweet barkeeps! He hardly knew ye!!!! Sorry about all the shit he broke!!! And that one time he was a super big asshole!!!!! He'll miss you!!! ]
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You'll be missed barfriends.
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For their parting gift, he gives them paper moons that can be opened up, allowing the glittery carefully packed inside them to fly off into the air. The glitter's departure, if the moon is opened, will reveal the Galateion glyphs that read out: 'good tidings / a new star' for them all.
FRIDAY
The Veg
The Shambler
The Lazy Napper
The Owl Friend
Owl Friend ;.;
Seeing their actual friend, a spirit they care for very much and share coffee and head-scritches with at least once a week and usually more, starts up so many sirens in their head. They plow through the crowd of spectator spirits and Beaconites alike, their brain just one big pounding NO, to get to Owl Friend's side.
Hugging is still a no, even with a spirit, especially given the state their brain has been in for the past couple of days. But they can take Owl Friend's face in both hands and lean their foreheads together, while ruffling all the best spots of Owl Friend's feathers. It's still probably the most physical affection anybody has seen out of Soldat pretty much ever. "You fucking jerk," they say, mostly under their breath, and the tone isn't angry (it's kind of miserably fond, technically).
But it's been days now, and nobody's managed to convince the spirits to not go. So they let the spirit go, but put a foot on their sled so they can't leave until Soldat has pulled out a piece of origami in the shape of an owl that they might have had made all week and carried around, and tucked it into Owl Friend's suit jacket. They'd made it this far, and had dared to hope they might not need it.
Only then will they let Owl Friend actually do their race. And maybe they'll sprint along beside the sled for most of the route, until they hit the dock. Because dammit. Owl Friend.
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