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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That hit home, evidenced by Zihuan's studious need to not meet Rosinante's eyes. The bonfire is far more interesting right now, it seems. Doing anything and everything to achieve a goal is one thing, but he has worked so hard to hide any stray expression of emotion that his rare flares of anger or fear are truly a loss of control. He's already crumbled once in the past week, thanks spirits, he's not going to do it again if he can help it.

He grunts an affirmation to the explanation. "I take it, it was nothing like that and they were ridiculously mistaken." There weren't a lot of direct details but he could read between the lines. "Superstitious fools, perhaps, or worse. I would hate to think of someone meant to heal the sick deliberately and maliciously ruining a young boy's life."

"They were afraid and they let their fear take over instead of using their heads. The disease couldn't be passed from person to person except from parents to children. Despite that, his people were murdered. Border unrest turned into genocide."

He had done as much reading up on it as Doflamingo had; though at night, to keep from showing his obvious interest in the story of the kid he supposedly hated. Some authors argued it was a complicated political issue that had no correct solution. That removing Flevance and its people was the only way to maintain stability in that corner of the sea. From Rosinante's point of view, it was purely driven by fear and greed. Shame he won't ever get to find out who in the Marines authorized their so-called peacekeeping force to go in and massacre women, children, doctors, and all the rest. He would have loved to give them a piece of his mind.

"I wouldn't say those doctors ruined his life, but they didn't make it any better. All they had to do was turn us away if they couldn't treat us. Instead, there were times like that one, where they called to have him put down like he was an animal." The sentence comes out with a growl of anger as he seethes over how they treated the kid. He was just thirteen! Just a boy, not a plagued rat.

Well, that's truly horrifying. From ruining one boy's life to genocide? Not that Cao Pi, of all people, has any kind of moral barrier against wiping out whole ahem villages or anything, but he can at least understand that boy, that's a hell of a leap over a disease. Yikes.

"But I've seen other parts of your memory," he notes, recalling the graves and the death-scenes. "He survived, at least, to a point. I hope the young man went on to thrive in spite of such fools. They do say the best revenge is a life well-lived in spite of one's enemies."

"He was alive last I saw him," Rosinante confirms, though it isn't strictly necessary. Cao Pi had indeed seen that in the first month. "And I hope he's well. I asked Pluto to search for his name in the newspapers from my world. She said she can search any point in time. I'm not expecting anything, though."

Law doesn't need to do anything newsworthy - and in fact it's probably best if he stays out of the public eye. But maybe he'll be recognized for some sort of miracle surgery, or for the building and operation of a good hospital. Something worth a note somewhere. Not every member of his mysterious clan has to be the center of destruction, after all.

"A life well-lived is all I want for him. I hope he gets to have it."

"Did you?" Oho, that's a nice nugget of an idea from Pluto. If information is as viable as trinkets and clothing, well, he just might have to broker a deal in a couple months. "I should be curious if she can actually follow through for you."

Sure, curious to find out what become of that kid, but mostly curious whether the market can actually fulfill that order. If so, bonus.

"I'll let you know," he says with a nod. He doesn't begrudge anyone the desire to learn about their loved ones' lives. And maybe, if it's a skill Pluto can refine and improve at since she hadn't sounded entirely certain - just maybe they can use it to retrieve information that will benefit their survival.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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