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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[ there are several memories that that could cover. But theorems something that hardens in his face, as he considers the two that this could— possibly be? Neither are great, but one... ]

Just us three?

[ not his siblings and batgirl. Not thinking for a brief moment that that fucking clown had sliced their faces off. Which just left the one from soon after he’d come back. Which was a wreck for different reasons.

He doesn’t particularly want to talk about either. ]

Uh, yeah. Just the three of you. [ a breath of a pause and peter considers what he'd seen. what he'd experienced in only the loosest of ways. he runs a hand through his hair, thinks of an addition — he could describe it vaguely: abandoned building, a conversation, but trying to make jason guess wouldn't be fair.

his mouth twists a little. ] You wanted to know why. [ peter doesn't elaborate on why what, he assumes — perhaps correctly, perhaps incorrectly — that jason will be able to put the pieces together. ] And you wanted him to make a choice.

[ "him", he says, and he knows he won't need to specify which of the two he means: batman or the clown. he thinks that even if the building had been filled with a dozen or more others, peter wouldn't need to specify the him as long as batman was there.

he'd thought he'd known how important batman was to jason — to, in the sense that he was impactful, but he doesn't think he'd have been able to guess at the intricacies.

(he wouldn't have wanted to.) ]

[ he wishes he hadn't seen that. he could say it until he was blue in the face. or, well, think it. but he wishes he hadn't. and yet, if it had to be someone in Beacon that saw it? he's glad it was Peter, and not Bruce. Or worse, someone who didn't know. so, he does he want to have this conversation? ]

Well. I figure you can guess I was pissed after coming back from the dead.

[ he admits slowly, maybe a hint of amused frustration in his voice. ]

And the way I came back isn't exactly known for bringing back the same people who died. [ a beat ] Though, let me be clear. That was definitely all me.

[ he didn't need his anger getting extrapolated as being part of the Lazarus Madness. The truth was, he was always a little bit angry. Even as a kid. it's just now, he's extremely angry. but it's still his, and he hates the suspicion that he might lose it at any moment, no matter how founded it might seem. ]

[ peter doesn't say anything, not immediately. jason had alluded to it before, had mentioned dying — that this is a little after that helps to slot a few more pieces into place: the anger, for one. the desperation, for two. his expression flickers a little when jason explains that the how of how he'd come back isn't know for being back the same people, and his thoughts first go to zombies, though he bites back the remark.

for now, at least. there's a time and a place — although more because jason almost immediately states that the young man in the memory had been all jason, and peter's honestly not sure whether he ought to believe that or not. he doesn't know enough about the how, doesn't know enough about jason to say if it's true.

whatever the case: it's who jason is now. whoever jason had been before he'd died, coming back from that would almost guarantee he was a different man from the who he'd been before. death wasn't something one just got better from without something changing.

whoever said it didn't affect them would be a liar, peter thinks. ]

Sure, [ he says, at length and at last. he tilts his head a little and watches jason from the corner of his eyes before shifting his attention away. he thinks of when otto had taken his body, thinks of when otto had attempted to rid himself of peter entirely. it wasn't the same, but could peter say he was the same guy as he'd been before? then, he thinks of gwen. of her clones and he makes a noise. it's not a laugh, but it's a little more than a huff of breath or a sigh. ] I can't say I understand, but I get it.

[ he pauses. there is one question— ] Who brought you back?

I came back for reasons I still don't entirely understand.

[ He turns his head, a little awkward as he explains, the motion both obfuscating and buying him a moment to think. after all, he'd wanted to talk to Peter about the whole "being buried alive sucks, huh?" thought. But, then this. Then all his crazy got dredge up.

And honestly, that wasn't even close to the worst he's ever been. That was pretty lucid. Those are questions that still nag at the back of his mind. especially after Bruce readily forgave Damian for killing. After he dragged him back to Ethiopia for "maybe you'll remember how you came back so I can bring Damian back." ]

Woke up in the nice coffin that Bruce buried me in. It was probably, what, 6 or 7 months later?

[ he looks back at him at this point. ]

Seems like an experience we both share, anyway. For different reasons. And anyway, that doesn't answer your question. Woman named Talia al Ghul, one of Bruce's old flames, decided to throw me in a Lazarus Pit to fix all the shit that was wrong with me. Probably figured it a favor to Bruce, when she still felt like doing them.

[ peter murmurs a soft huh at jason's reply, though when he gets to seems like an experience we both share, peter's expression shifts into surprise, then confusion, then— oh. (wide-eyed understanding). that'd been — god, peter thinks he'd struggle to put a date on it now, just that it was something that managed to feel a lifetime ago and, simultaneously, like it happened just last month.

it's not something peter's ever really discussed. it's not something he really tries to think about — sure, his arrival here had brought back memories of that, but he'd been through worse. at the end of the day, he'd come out the other side and he was still him. he'd had a better ending to it all than kaine.

he half listens to jason's continued explanation, only really paying attention to the key words — bruce, flame, pit. (jason had mentioned that last one before—.) ]

—Right, [ he answers, exhaling as he does so. a breath of a pause and he splays his hands, then taps his fingers against a leg. ] That was thanks to my favourite psychopathic Russian, Kraven. [ beat. ] Sergei Kravinoff. [ he chooses to add — it's the answer to a question jason hasn't yet asked. ] A hunter — you know, the epitome of the manly man, sees the beauty in the circle of life and not the Disney Lion King kind of circle; massive fan of potions and lotions that do way more than exfoliate the dead skin from your face... [ he trails off with a dismissive wave of his hand. ]

I keep trying to get him to write an article for GQ: you know, something like how you too can balance a terrifying love of death with the need for taking thirty minutes out of your day, every day, for self-care.

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