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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[He may not know this young girl, but he knows that she should not have this opal.

The circumstances of one's death is not worth reliving. Neither is the betrayal or horror that comes before the event. Minimus has been avoiding thinking of who he had seen in his last seconds by throwing himself into work.

He will have to throw this somewhere safe. Perhaps he could trade it with the night market or feed it to the gatcha machine. It's hidden for now, but now he can't rid himself of the girl's safety. How can he even approach her without scaring her off or raising suspicion?

His secret strength has often laid in hiding things. As he approaches Mary, he notices that she is already working on a project: an excellent conversation lead.]

You're an artist. [Succinct, to the point, and objectively a friendly statement.]

[It's an observation that doesn't set off any kind of alarm, so Mary beams as she looks up at the one who approached her, nodding.]

Uh-huh! My father was a famous artist, so I want to be just like him.

[A stern nod. This is Minimus attempting to be friendly, and a combination of his natural displeased look and relative height isn't as helpful as he would like.]

A reasonable motivation. [Following the footsteps one admires is not an unfamiliar desire.] Will you be keeping those drawings or gifting them?

Not these ones. They're all for the spirits that are going to be riding the sleds. I want it to bring them good luck!

[A noble intention, though luck is likely not what they need, keeping the finish line in mind. Of course, there's no way for Mary to really know about that.]

I see.

[...Conversation is difficult. Of course she will give them to the spirits she finds. What else would she do?]

It may be safer to construct some sort of protective roof while you sit outdoors. The meteorites may continue falling throughout the day.

I don't know how to do that.

[She figures it's best just to be upfront about it.]

Do you want to sit with me, anyway?

[He points upward, where a small cloud hangs two feet above his head ever since the Night Market left.]

It would be safer for you in general. [It may not be raining, but the risk of lighting is still there.] I can be quick and return-

Is there enough room for you to sit?

Yeah!

[She figures she's small enough to make anything work. But the cloud distracts her, and she points with the general brazenness of any child.]

What's that?

[He covers his lower mouth to hide his shame.]

My punishment for using the hint-giving machine.

Punishment? Isn't it called payment?

[She doesn't seem to notice his embarrassment, instead looking curiously up at his cloud.]

I've never used it before.

I don't understand what benefit this provides to the Night Market other than their amusement.

[He doesn't even clean himself with water. It's of no use to a robot.]

I dunno...maybe it keeps the machine running, somehow? If it gives hints, it must have a special way of working!

[She has no idea, otherwise. Technology is a mystery to Mary.]

However it runs, only its creators understand its operations.

[He turns towards one of the nearby supply stockpiles of wood and metal.]

I will be quick. A temporary shelter from the hail should suffice

Okay! I'll wait right here, and I'll draw you a picture for encouragement!

[Because everybody deserves to have a nice picture!]

[It's only four stakes of wood, a tin roof, and some heavy duty tape, but the supplies will work for an emergency shelter. Minimus carries it all back to Mary in one trip - a benefit of his loadbearer strength - and lays them nearby as he sets to work.]

Next time this happens, we have to erect shelters such as these across the village. How do the spirits handle the risk?

Hey, you're really strong! That's so amazing!

[Mary claps her hands at his effort! She's here to support, if nothing else.]

I think they get a lot of shelter from the trees, but I'm not sure. A lot of them live out in the forest, after all.

[He jams one pole into the dirt. This takes more effort that carrying it around.]

I was born with the ability to carry heavy weights. Unfortunately, this does not directly translate to forceful strikes. [He lifts another thick pole with one arm and sticks that into the ground using both arms.] I would image that they do not mind being hit, seeing that these stones from from the lights.

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