EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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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[magnitudes]

( Her gaze slides to the stone, and Sarissa visibly tenses, rigidity inching up her back even though she hasn't moved. Her jaw clenches and unclenches, and her gaze flickers to the stone. There's only one person it could be, even if she can't recall the exact conversation. )

I don't want it.

( More lie than truth, if Carmilla's got much sense of insight. Her jaw is tight, and her gaze moves back ahead of her. )

Congrats on getting a view of Satan. That's real special.

[vampirella]

Satan is looking a hell of a lot better than I remember.

( why, because she's personally met Satan? or maybe she's just reflecting on that tall, horned red guy. pretty easy to go up from there.

she isn't sure she buys it. even all the ugly, bitter broken figments of her relationship with Elle are still hers and still vivid and there's still parts of them that are beautiful, if she searches long enough. the stone has enough of a tie to the way it felt to be in that moment that Carmilla has to doubt, but maybe one can not want the memory and be unable to let go of it all at once. she shrugs. it's not her job to call a stranger out on conflicting feelings about their past. )

Then break it. Your brain rock, your choice. ( as for her, she's thoroughly unsettled by a memory that even fleetingly made her feel like somebody gave a shit. it's even worse to be out of it and to grimly realize that sensation wasn't even meant for her. she needs a drink. )

[magnitudes]

Yeah, well. If you're that high up the unholy corporate ladder you can afford good work.

( Does that make sense? Debatable.
Her jaw works for a second, clenching and unclenching, and she reaches for the stone, but she stops short of touching it, reaching back into her pocket for a handkerchief and then picking it up with that, just to be safe. )

We were engaged. It just got... complicated and I didn't realise.

( Carmilla didn't ask. Maybe Sarissa should ask: ) Still want to punch me in the face?

[vampirella]

( she pauses, considers, and then purses her lips, saying without saying that she can accept that logic. why should satan be a goat man with cloven feet when a beautiful lure is so much more effective? you get more bees with honey than vinegar, and all that.

she skirts behind the bar and fishes out what she wants with intent, rather aggressive movements. there's far more thuds involved than need to be. )

Spoon talk is always complicated, ( Carmilla agrees wryly. no, she can imagine there's more involved that involved that kind of ire, but she still has the glowy static of contentment flitting through her from the comfortable afterglow of that moment. while it ended ugly, there was at least a little good to look back on. )

Did you make all these invasive pebbles fall from the sky? Because if that's the case, maybe. Otherwise, not worth the effort. ( not to say she isn't annoyed enough to take it out on someone that doesn't deserve it, but she's been crushing opals with a hammer for most of her day, she isn't really feeling clocking somebody on top of it. )

[magnitudes]

( Sarissa exhales a laugh. Oh, yeah. Spoon talk, for sure. That was the downfall. She knows Carmilla is kidding, but hey - it's a good thought. )

If I say "yes," could you still punch me?

( It'd be cathartic at least, right? )

[vampirella]

( cathartic for who, exactly? Carmilla rolls her eyes over her purloined liquor. )

You've really got to get that masochist thing under control, sugar. It's getting out of hand.

( and maybe, Carmilla learned a long time ago that hurting physically didn't really erase the emotional ache. alternatively, Sarissa, just try blanking out all emotions ever and become basically emotionally catatonic. it works*!

*it doesn't )