logsinthenight | 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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Minato blinked up at Soldat and then at the opal in his hand. Which memory did he see? He took it from him and it became clear which one it was. He wasn't sure of Soldat was the questioning type, he hadn't to talked him since their first meeting. He pocketed the opal and nodded.

"Er... thank you," He finally said. "Sorry if it... freaked you out."

He didn't look easily freaked out but it wasn't exactly every day you walked around a town with blood and coffins everywhere due to the literal time of day it was, the moon hanging huge and yellow among a very green night sky.

"I'm hard to freak out." Which is... kind of a lie. Soldat freaks out at a lot of things. Just not creepy coffins and blood, apparently, so they can say as much right now for Minako's sake.

The comment does, however, elicit a headtilt and the question, "Are you from Earth?" Because that doesn't seem much like Earth, to them. And yet Minato speaks Japanese, which is a pretty standard Earth language.

Minato opened his door wider, to let Soldat in further should he want to come in a sit for a bit. He was glad to hear that the man wasn't hard to freak out.

"Hm? Yes, I am," He wasn't expecting that question. "Japan. Tatsumi Port Island to be exact but I don't... ah."

Of course, then he realized just why he was asked and he shook his head. "What you saw was what happens during the Dark Hour, a missing thirteenth hour. The coffins are just people sleeping, who are unaware of it. It's... a bit of a long story, but the Dark Hour no longer exists now."

"Oh." A pause. "Must not be the same Earth." There's so many different versions of the same world, Jesus. "Or I hope it wasn't." There was already so much Soldat hadn't been aware of, but a thirteenth hour? That turned people into coffins? So weird.

They do take the unspoken invitation, though, and ease inside, looking vaguely... shy about it. They haven't been inside many people's living spaces, not when they didn't already know the person well.

“It’s possible,” Minato nodded. People were generally unaware of the Dark Hour so it was up in the air. But he didn’t dispute the possibility. Instead, he shut the door behind Soldat. He hadn’t been here long enough to really put his own touches on the room, so it looked like your basic inn room with the amenities that it came with. Then again, he hadn’t really decorated his own room too much in the Iwatodai Dorms. “Like I said, it doesn’t exist anymore.”

They put a stop to it.

He placed his hands in his pockets, slouching slightly as he fiddled with the stone that was returned to him. A few more littered the desk as well. “Have you found a lot of these?”

Soldat glances around, takes in the room and the lack of changes. Even their own room has more than this, but then, they've lived here for months now, and Minato is still new. "I have," they answer. "I'm looking for mine, but I don't know that they'll all look the same, so. I have to touch them."

They look sidelong at Minako-- no eye contact, but at least on his face-- expression a little contrite. A little, but not a lot. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't see everyone else's memories. But I need mine."

Minato nodded at the explanation. Most of his were in some shade of blue, but that was still too basic to really determine that they were his. "Oh, you don't need to apologize. I don't really have anything to hide, I suppose, outside of a few embarrassing memories of high school."

He gave an amused smile at that and shrugged, adding the newly given stone to the pile. He really couldn't think of anything that really needed to be hidden. If it came up then it would be too late, wouldn't it?

"May I ask why you need yours?" He didn't say he wanted his, that he needed his. There was a different. Compared to Minato who was content to collect his as they came.

Looking vaguely embarrassed, Soldat still answers readily enough. "Most of my memories were taken. I was wiped before and after every mission. I have a handful that came back since I died-- they come back in pieces. But not many." This has been a helpful sort of event, so far, in that respects. They already have like four brand new memories, scavenged themselves and returned by friends. It's both awesome and awful, at the same time.

There was a lot to unpack there. Soldat goes on missions but after every mission (and before) his memories were wiped. Why? How? Minato wasn't sure if he should ask, he was rarely in the habit of prying further. People tended to unload on him rather than him prompting it. But everyone was different.

"Why were they taken?" He figured that was a fair question to ask.

Soldat gives a small shrug. They've thought about that a lot, themselves, and could only come up with one real answer. "Control. Couldn't fight back, go against orders, stop doing what they wanted, if I didn't know any better."

It did make sense. It was awful though and it showed on his face. "I'm sorry."

People keep apologizing for that. It's kind of weird. Soldat shakes their head, expression shading more understanding. "It's okay. It's over now. I'm not going back. I've already changed a lot, since I died and came here. It's better."

"Good," Minato nodded. It was definitely something worth acknowledging. Things were over on the Other Side, that much he had to come to terms with. The only thing that still gnawed at him was the fact that his life essence was meant to be acting as a seal to prevent humanity's doom, to prevent their wish for death from reaching Nyx.

But he was here. All he could do was hope for the best. "If I find any of your memories, I'll be sure to bring them straight to you. I promise."

"Thank you." And, because they're tired of talking about themselves, and that memory was admittedly weird, they change the subject: "How does an hour of time not exist anymore?" Maybe the explanation will have some implications for saving Beacon, who knows. Plus, they're curious, and they've had almost six months now of people actively encouraging curiosity and asking questions.

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