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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[Well, that's horrible. Stone fishes the memory that just hit him in the back of the head out of his spines, scowls at the tiny stone on his large scaly palm, and weighs the options of returning that to Ashford. Because who would want to relive that?

He finally decides to at least give the guy the option, and shifts down to go hunting for him. By scent, because even in the better lighting, scent is still easier. His expression is sober when he finds the man.]

Hey. Got something of yours, but I'm not sure you're really going to want it back.

[Stone still has two memories unclaimed if Klaus would like one to experience, as well.]

[Ashford is on the porch of his house, leafing through one of several books he has piled beside himself. He doesn't look particularly interested, actually he's a bit disappointed given he'd been hoping for a history book or a tech manual but instead he's mostly been met with poorly written (at least in his opinion) romances.

Ashford lifts his head when he hears someone approaching and instinctively starts half smile when he sees who it is, but that quickly falls away when he gets a better look at Stone's face. His expression turns guarded.]

....Are you gon'tell me it is one of these?

[He reaches into a pouch on his tool belt and holds up an opal. One of Stone's opals, as a matter of fact.]

(ooc: is it ok to go with memory 7?)

((absolutely okay :D ))

I guess I am. Is that one of yours?

[Stone's opals are black with red sparkles, not that Stone has made the connection yet really. He's not gotten a ton back from people yet, and he's not actually looking for them. They just keep hitting him when he's in his winged form.]

Nah. One of yours

[He stretches his hand out farther, toward's Stone.]

Though I can't say I understand it.

[Most of what they talk about he doesn't understand, like looking at a book from a culture that disappeared centuries before him and whose people are long gone, no one left to pass on their knowledge.

He then juts his chin out]

So you have something like this...of mine?

[Admittedly he doesn't sound too excited about the concept. Wary, at best.]

[You've still got Stone to explain things, if you want to hear it, friend. The culture's not disappeared until he's gone, too.]

I do.

[He holds another opal up for Ashford to see, and he looks sympathetic.]

Pretty unhappy memory, though. There was a fire.

[Ashford pulls in his lower lip, biting it for a long moment before nodding to the dirt near his feet.]

You can put tha'one down.

[Part of him has the urge to try and crush it underfoot. Another part, however, yearns to clench it tightly in his fist and relive that pain on a loop to remind himself of everything he's failed to achieve. For the moment, however, he'd rather leave that decision for later.]

I have enough to remember that. [He reaches his hand not holding Stone's opal up to indicate his scares] Don't need a rock.

[He then holds Stone's memory forward again, offering to him]

These were your people?

[Stone steps forward and crouches to set the opal on the ground, obligingly. He supposes if there were one of these rocks with Azure's death in it, he wouldn't want to touch it, either.]

Probably. Let's have a look.

[Accepting his own back, he stays crouched, since Ashford is sitting, to experience it. Ah yeah. That. He sighs, frowning at it.]

People long gone. That we'd hoped simply moved on to another colony, after most of the court left to find new territory. Nobody ever expected them to just... give up and die in the old colony tree.

[Klaes looks Stone over for a moment before half smiling with no happiness in it.] Almost none o'that makes sense to me.

[He'd never seen a tree in person until he arrived here in Beacon and he's been assured these are not the best examples of trees at their best.]

'xcept we have lost colonies before. Not always with a war or a disaster. Sometimes just gone. Never heard from again.

[And sometimes torn apart my technology you've never encountered before, like Eros.]

How did they just...die? Do you know?

Old age. The flooding that damaged that part of the tree. An injury.

[Stone shakes his head.]

I don't know. It was centuries ago, there wasn't enough left to tell. You know... I don't even remember their names, now. And I'm the only one who remembers them at all.

[He does fish around in a pocket, though, and offers Ashford another opal.]

This one's happier. And will show you a little of what a colony tree looks like, from the outside, on one of the garden platforms.

[The platform in question has a beautiful view of the forest beyond, as well. So Ashford will get a whole lot of greenery to enjoy. The trees in the Reaches are much, much, much bigger than the ones here...]

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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