EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

[inthenightmods]

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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Prompto Argentum | OTA

[techtype]

Memories

[Prompto's opals come in a variety of colorful patterns, and while many of them are sad or bittersweet, there are a few happier ones in the bunch.

A peach-colored one with stripes of white and red holds a memory of an attempt to impress a girl.

A palm-sized grey stone with blue 'cracks' across shows a conversation about friendship vs circumstances of birth (until 3:54) [cw: attempted self-harm]

A dark red stone with black flecks and silver streaks shows a short confrontation with an oddly dressed redheaded man.

A few black stones with streaks of cloudy white scattered all over town each show a scene of four young men around a campfire. (choose your own adventure; pick any campfire scene)

An irregular-shaped yellow stone with brown stripes reveals a time a small puppy was found and then lost again. (until 5:50)

A dark opal with flecks of yellow, blue, and red holds a memory of a reunion. (until 3:38) [cw: death, mild body horror]]


The Aurora + Opal finding

[Prompto is super excited about the aurora. Partly because it's so cool looking and he's never actually seen anything like it (or if he has, he's forgotten about it or was distracted), and partly because it's so bright now! It may be a weird kind of bright, like he's seeing Beacon through one of the sides of his own lantern, but it's still bright even where the Bonfire isn't, and he's thankful for that.

He's in full photog mode with his tablet out and the camera app open, attempting to catch a decent picture of the aurora...or anything, really. Including other Beacon bits, spirits...and probably a close-up of the snow as he isn't paying attention to any rocks that might be in the way and trip-overable.]

This is amazing...!


[Spirit Races]

[Less amazing is the spirits racing. Or maybe they aren't less amazing so much as just much, much stranger. He's been less and less inclined to engage with the 'unemployed' spirits, the ones hanging around in the forest and the edges of town since he keeps getting attacked somehow and since receiving a wax rat candle as a 'present'.

So he's kind of just watching the spirits' antics out of curiosity, and--

Wait.

Did they just launch themselves into the equivalent of the sun? Wow.]

Uh...okay. That happened.


Rock Trading + Wildcard

[Did you find one of Prompto's opals and wish to return it to him? Maybe you found one and just want to make fun of him for being a failure in some aspect. This is the prompt for you!

This is also the wildcard prompt if you want to do something that isn't listed here. Hit me up at dropitlikeitshod or discord if you want to plan something else, or just start it.]

Memories: an oddly dressed redheaded man

[meridio]

[If nothing else, Somnus recognizes the voice of the man in whose body he experiences the confrontation. After what he saw through Lunafreya, his brother's apparent transformation doesn't come as much of a shock this time around. It's still disturbing, though. He can barely begin to wrap his head around the things he's seen.

Depositing the opal in a glove woven (presumably by the spirits) with yarn, Somnus searches for Prompto. Once their paths cross, he cuts to the chase and extends the glove toward Prompto.]

I've a memory of yours.

[techtype]

[Prompto and Somnus don't talk very much. They live in the same cabin, so they see each other fairly frequently, and Somnus was part of the group that went to investigate the lake a couple weeks ago, but they don't hang out together much. So it's a bit of a surprise when Somnus approaches him.

It goes quickly from surprising to slightly terrifying with one sentence.]

One of mine?

[He peers at the opal, wondering what sort of memory it might be, afraid to actually touch it and see. After several seconds, though, he removes one of his own gloves and closes his hand around it.

It could be worse. It's a memory he doesn't really like forcibly revisiting, but it could be worse.]

...Oh. Thanks...y'know, if there's one thing I'm glad about being here...it's that I don't have to deal with that guy anymore.

[meridio]

Leaving him to Eos. [Somnus dismisses the glove, now free of the opal, back to his Armiger.] Our Star carries on without us.

[Given what he knows, he'd take his brother here over that. Anyway, that memory has given Somnus much to ponder, if only because there was so much that he couldn't comprehend. Contemporary terms and technological advancements elude him insofar that he really understood just the one thing that sounded familiar. He looks at Prompto for a moment as if to appraise him.]

You're no daemon.

[techtype]

I guess it does.

[Though he thinks by now there might not be much sunlight left. The days were getting shorter and shorter while they were alive, with the sun setting long before it was supposed to by the the time he and his friends were on the way out of Accordo.

You're no daemon Somnus says, and Prompto rubs his wrist through the sleeve of his coat.]

No...thankfully...I wish I could thank whoever it was that managed to save me from becoming one. Or an MT, anyway...I guess there's still always a chance of turning into a daemon....

[meridio]

[Emp-ty? His brother was saying something about the empire producing daemons, which is another highly disturbing thought. If this Niflheim has been weaponizing the Scourge somehow, they're foolish beyond reason.

His gaze drops to Prompto's wrist. He remembers seeing something there, too. There's so much that he doesn't understand.]

What are you, then?

[techtype]

['Empty' isn't a bad descriptor for them. They essentially are, and even upon being 'killed' all that's left is an armor shell.]

Human? As human as you are, I think.

[meridio]

[All Somnus has to go by is what he heard in the memory, and too much of it was nonsense to his uneducated ears. Nevertheless, the answer he hears is a very fair and clever one.

If he doesn't have to know, he won't pry. But he does wonder.]

Do you know the man in your memory?

[Does Prompto truly know who mocked him that day?]

The Yellow and Brown Opal

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus hasn't spoken to Argentum much since he arrived. He seems to scare the blond, which has suited him just fine thus far. Ravus is existing peacefully with the other other Eosians, but that does not mean they must be friends.

The opal, which finds its way to that window sill that has seen so much spirit traffic in the past couple of weeks, shows him the one thing that might increase his standing in Ravus' eyes-- he has rendered a favor to Lunafreya. His sister's debt, he counts as his own.

So he waits to corner Prompto alone in order to return the gem. He does not purposefully swoop in with the intent of scaring the boy, but he can be intense, so there is no telling how it is received.]

I have something of yours, Argentum.

[techtype]

[Prompto is definitely a little scared of Ravus. The older man is very intimidating and while he's sort of missing most of one of his arms, he still has the intimidating figure and status as Lunafreya's older brother to his advantage.

He's also definitely startled when Ravus more or less corners him just outside the village area, attempting to take a photo of the Bonfire Square from there.]

Huh!? [Time to nearly drop the tablet! Fumble it, anyway.] Something of mine?

[sonoftenebrae]

[It never fails to surprise Ravus, how jumpy this one is. How did this boy survive on the road with the prince and his men?

He tries not to make a disapproving face at Prompto. Lunafreya would be so proud of the effort he is making.

Ravus withdraws from his coat pocket a scrap of cloth in which he has wrapped the opal and holds it out expectantly.]

This. I take it you have heard about these stones, correct?

[techtype]

[Honestly, he asks himself that sometimes. Like how he managed not to die of a heart attack every time he turned a corner in the Keycatrich bunker--not that Gladio helped any, noticing his jumpiness and intentionally jostling metal things nearby and making his footfalls heavier than normal sometimes.]

The memory ones? Yeah, I've found some.

[A couple of his own and a couple others he just hasn't returned to their owners yet. He reaches for the opal, letting Ravus keep the cloth and taking the stone for himself.]

They came from the spirits, so I don't get why they have anything to do with us. [Finally touching the opal to a patch of bare skin and:] Aw, you couldn't have found a cool one, could you?

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus' eyes narrow in disapproval.]

Is aiding my sister 'uncool', Argentum? Do you have regrets about having shown kindness to one of the Oracle's messengers?

[He came here to thank the boy, he is just terrible at it.]

[techtype]

[Oops.]

N-no, there's nothing wrong with that! I don't mind helping your sister...she's very nice and probably the entire reason I have any friends at all.

[Why are you like this Ravus?]

Grey stone with blue cracks (I had to)

[reigniter]

[He doesn't remember this. By now, Ignis had figured that these opals bring memories of their owners with them, and it is obvious that this one belongs to Prompto. It's his voice after all.

But Ignis... doesn't remember this happening. He doesn't remember a single instance of them leaving Prompto behind, all alone, in the middle of snowfall. It was unthinkable for Ignis, and probably out of question for Noctis. 'How Iggy used to make it'... perhaps, this was after Ignis' death in Altissia? His heart hurts seeing Prompto like that, all alone, hurting himself with that branch-

-he's not sure if there's anything Ignis can say to make it feel better if an apology would help, but at least he could try. He feels guilty for looking, but also glad he knows of it because he doubts Prompto would ever bring it up himself. He finds the guy by the docks, taking pictures, of course, and joins him at his side.]

Evening, Prompto.

Aaaa

[techtype]

[Ignis is 100% right. The memory he's stumbled upon isn't something Prompto has ever planned to bring up at all, except maybe to mention Aranea. Especially back home, everyone else had their own problems and he didn't need to add to them by bringing up that he doubted they would accept him back. Or that they shouldn't, just in case it meant further trouble for them in the future.]

Iggy! Is it evening already? It's hard to tell when it's...so green out lately.

sup :3

[reigniter]

[Well, they are not home anymore and Ignis is terrible when it comes to keeping quiet and one of his friends is suffering. Perhaps this memory is in the past at this point, but it is still something Prompto shouldn't deal with by himself. Keeping distance from them all suddenly makes a lot of sense.]

According to the app on the device, it should be evening.

[He stares at the sky for a few silent moments and then pulls out the stone, carefully wrapped.]

...I found this. It belongs to you, [he says quietly, handing the handkerchief to Prompto.]

[techtype]

[In a weird way, it's kind of a good thing they're not home. Back home, Ignis is blind, Luna is gone, Ardyn is...Ardyn, and everything is daemons. Here...everyone is here except for Gladio--Prompto's torn on hoping he'll show up and hoping he doesn't, since that would mean he died--and there's no daemon threat, just the native spirits. Okay, that's not the best scenario but at least he's gotten to meet and talk to Luna finally and Ignis can see.

Ignis can see, and it makes Prompto's heart sink a little when he holds out a handkerchief wrapped around a small something. One of the rocks that have been falling lately.]

Oh...thanks. [He unwraps it, touching it just lightly enough to count, and...oh. Awkward.] Yeah, that's...sorry you found that one.

[reigniter]

You need not apologize, [Ignis says, shaking his head,] it is I that owe you an apology.

[Ignis looks troubled as he tries to dig through his memory to find anything, any single moment where they have left Prompto behind, but nothing comes to his mind. Even when that snake dragged him away in deep cavers, together with Noctis and Gladio, Ignis had managed to retrieve their gunslinger. So how...? He refuses to believe it is because of Prompto's ties to Niflheim- Ignis doesn't feel troubled over that now so he doubts it would've been a problem... hm.]

If I may ask- how did it come to it? For whatever life of me has left, I do not recall ever leaving you behind; it is an unacceptable notion and Noctis first wouldn't stand for it. My memories... end with Altissia, [his eyes close briefly,] and nothing that had transpired until my last day ever suggested that we neglected you in any way.

If we did, if I did, please, forgive me.

[techtype]

[Prompto carefully but hastily wraps up the opal, stuffing it into his jacket pocket.]

You...you didn't. Not on purpose. You don't have to apologize for anything...if anyone does, it's Ardyn.

[Right, Altissia. Where he was supposed to have been blinded. Where Noctis successfully made his pact with Leviathan at the cost of Lunafreya and a good portion of Altissia's infrastructure and trust.]

Not that he would. Um...do you want to know what happened after Altissia or why I ended up alone to begin with?

Rrrrrrreturnin' and if you're running on a one-per-mem rule lemme know and I'll adjust

[shadowsran]

[He seems in fine spirits, typically does when she spots him in passing, and that makes this task all the more unpleasant. The opals can be of benefit of some, she supposes, Soldat is proof of that tenfold, but on average she considers raining fragments of someone's life for anyone to find is cruel. Even lacking greater context for what she's just seen, it was clearly personal. (To say nothing of the weaving between aurora onlookers and cheery spirits looking for him. Suboptimal.) Finally spotting him, there's nothing more complicated to do than duck the limbs of exceptionally tall spirits and completely hop over some exceptionally small ones in the beeline toward him.]

Hey! Camera down, please. Something of yours, uh--

[It's chilling in a sandwich bag, which she holds out daintily. Grey, blue cracks, beautiful were it not for the contents. To return is to admit having seen, and were the tables turned she would want the other person to be forthright. She settles on a free hand rubbing the back of her neck.]

Nothing's worth doing that. Just my two cents, won't breathe a word besides, but I - I'm sorry anything'd put somebody in that spot.

It's entirely possible for him to have dropped it somewhere, you're fine!

[techtype]

[Misty will find that despite just about everything, Prompto will attempt to look like he's unbothered by heavier things. Weird shadows on something he's trying to get a decent picture of? Yes. Spirits harassing him for one reason or another? Yes. Stones containing memories he'd rather not reveal to anyone falling from the sky for anyone to pick up? Not so much.

Currently, he's trying to get a decent picture of the church. Every time he gets the shot properly set up and is just about to push the button, something messes it up, either by stepping into view and refusing to move or nearly knocking him over. Someone tells him to put the camera down and he doesn't recognize the voice, so he's annoyed but also confused.]

Why? I've been trying to get this shot for ages. [More like an hour but still.] Something of--oh, one of the stones?

[He can see her now, and he's seen her around, but never talked to her before. She holds out a plastic bag, and he peers at the stone inside before frantically patting his pockets. The glove he'd put all the other stones he'd found or had returned to him is there, but there's one missing. It must have fallen out of his pocket at some point, and he makes sure the bag is as far down in his pocket as he can stuff it this time.]

It was worth it at the time. [Why won't you people let him Macbeth in peace?] I'm a little better now, mostly...

danke ;;

[shadowsran]

[It's met with hands raised in an unnecessary show of surrender. Not her business to press, she'll cling to that policy as long as possible.]

Just two cents, that's all. Not going to pretend I've got some authority on it.

[Although:]

Not loving the 'mostly', there.

[techtype]

Well, it's true. I'm not planning on sticking my hand into the Bonfire or anything anytime soon, but it happened fairly recently so I'm still getting used to...everything.

[He offers her a smile regardless.]

Sorry for the terrible first impression.

[shadowsran]

Not terrible, so don't apologize. [This is firm, and while she can't quite wring a smile out of what she's feeling her tone is unmistakably warm.] Confused, I'd say. A little lost. Much worse things to be.

[Going in for a handshake. Might as well be polite.]

Do wish it'd been something willing or intentional. Don't like these things.