EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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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III. Closed to Javert

[notthatjason]

The redwood forest is dark and nothing but shadows and fog. You’ve wedged yourself into the corner of moss covered stones to try and get away from the things that seem to be lurking just out of sight. You want to wipe the tears and snot away, but you don’t want to take your eyes away either.

You decide to try again: “Dalhia? M-mama?”

It’s no good. You just can’t make your small voice any louder. You hear a sound and look to your left, noticing a pair of silver eyes cutting through the darkness. You freeze, clutching tightly at your knees and trying to make yourself even smaller. That’s the biggest dog you’ve ever seen!

No, not a dog, a wolf. Her eyes are silver and her coat is a warm, chocolatey red and she really is the biggest animal you’ve ever seen, easily 7 or 8 feet tall, a giant of a wolf.

You know you should be afraid, but as soon as your eyes lock, your muscles relax. The large wolf pads over to you and behind her you can see the rest of her pack, all tiny in comparison to her giant form. Neither of you blink, but you can’t help yourself and whimper: “Mama?”

The wolf’s ears twitch and she bows her head. You can feel her hot breath on your face, but show no fear, and the next moment you feel a warm tongue gently lick at the tears on your face. You can’t explain how you know, but the words manage to come across all the same:

“I am Lupa. I will raise you, son of Rome, if you can prove yourself to my pack.”

She pulls away, patiently watching you. This is not your mama, but maybe she’ll be close enough. She said you were a son after all. You get to your feet and wobble over to her, sinking your fingers into her surprisingly soft fur.

“Okay.”

[policier]

Raised by wolves seemed to him to be only an expression, and certainly not one that would apply to Jason. It takes him a while to piece together who it belongs to, but in the end, there's only Javert knows who could be considered a son of Rome.

He waits for him in the tavern, his crutches leaning against the wall and his tablet open in front of him. The opal itself is tucked away in his pocket, waiting to be returned. When Jason comes down to eat, or to go on his patrol, Javert catches his gaze and inclines his head, inviting him over. And then, without much ceremony, he says,

"I have something of yours." And he plucks the opal out of his pocket, holding it out in his gloved hand. "It's of your mother."

[notthatjason]

Jason doesn't think much of seeing Javert in the tavern and is almost to the door before he catches his signal. With most of the spirits occupied, it's not like his usual patrol can't wait. He weaves through the tables and chairs instead.

When he reaches the table and Javert delivers his message he freezes. There were many memories he had been getting back from various people. Mostly it was people he cared about, but he'd been bracing himself for other memories...less pleasant ones. He knew on some level there was no controlling who saw what memories out there, but it was a little surprising that Javert had found, of all the opals, one of his mother.

Of course, Jason has no way of knowing that Javert is referring to the mother wolf that had raised him after he had been abandoned, his first thoughts are of his human mother. After all, he'd just gotten back the memory from Sora of that meeting with Thalia about his mother.

"Oh. I...don't really..." he's about to say want it, but Javert had come here to bring it to him. That'd be rude. "Thanks." He doesn't actually move to take it. He's not sure he's ready to re-experience the reunion with Beryl Grace