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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"Yeah..." He was sorry for looking, even if there was no stopping it. But he was also sorry for what he saw. He knew more than anyone that pity was neither wanted nor needed at this point. So, instead, he said, "This is a nice greenhouse. What are you planning on planting here?"

He looked around. The aurora lit up enough for him to see it was likely recently discovered.

He looks young... She can't blame him for looking since the stone is responsive to touch. He probably didn't have a choice in the matter. Xayah could explain it to him if he inquired, but if he doesn't she won't push the matter. After all, that was the single worst memory she has in her life. Losing everything, at once.

"Not sure yet," she shakes her head. "I planted several vegetables I found in the greenhouse when I discovered it. It's over there," she nods at the far part of the greenhouse and patch of dirt that looks like it's been dug through and watered.

Minato wasn't one to pry, mostly listen. And he never really felt like talking about losing his own parents, so it was natural for him to believe the same of her. Instead, he looked around some more as she nodded to the part that had been recently dug through.

"And the seeds were still good?" He asked. Not that he knew much about growing food but... even seeds had expiration dates on them, right? He looked to her in question.

It seems that they have something in common. Regardless of whether they are human or no, Xayah always feels bad to see children around here, dead. He doesn't look older than fifteen, sixteen years old.

"They seemed fine to me," she says with a shrug and small smile, walking over to the patch of the dirt. She unhooks her lantern from the belt and hangs it on a hook above the dirt ground and crouches to pat at the earth. "I don't know how they are going to grow due to lack of light, though. So I hope my lantern provides a bit of reprieve. After all, it's marked as a life-light, right? Maybe it will help," she talks in a quiet voice, patting the ground gently.

It wasn't something that he really had a choice in, and if asked he would do it again. Minato didn't want people feeling bad for him. It was simply the right thing to do.

"I thought I saw people receive items from the ferry?" Minato asked as he studied her lantern and the patches of fresh dirt and soil. He had a contemplative look on his face as he thought about her dilemma. She was right, there was no natural light here. It made one wonder how a lot of the food managed to be made around here without it to grow. Perhaps they'll be fine? Of course, there was always, "Maybe ask for some solar lamps? I know light doesn't work very well here, or at all, but it's the UV light specifically that I think the plants would need not just it not being dark."

Of course, how that would even be possible wasn't something he knew and he sighed as he shook his head. "I'm not exactly good at science to figure that out though."

She wouldn't feel sorry for him, she'd admire him. It takes some serious guts to step forward willingly and embrace death.

"They do," she nods. "They ask Rastus to order for the items they need such as clothes, weapons, foods and spices, all kinds of gadgets and materials. You could order seeds as well." She keeps digging around the dirt, making sure the last seed of cucumber she planted earlier is covered and properly warmed up. Then she stands, dusting her hands off.

"Solar lamps?" She squints at him. "UV... is that some kind of magic?"

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