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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Comments

[worthallthis]

[They look down at their fist, with the opal in it. They can't even explain properly.]

A father. I. I didn't remember.

[It probably doesn't even sound that important. Who gets emotional about a parent telling bedtime stories? Apparently this guy. Also potentially confusing, because Lucius probably didn't see the stone falling. They at least open their fingers to show him the clear, sparkling opal.]

It's a memory. In this.

[diastima]

[ The Soldier didn't really strike Lucius as someone who had a family. There's a certain distance in his manner that Lucius had noticed while they were together. He hadn't thought much of it, but now... ]

Oh...

[ What does he say, though? He knows nothing of family. ]

A previous life of yours, maybe?

[worthallthis]

[A previous life. Well, that's probably one way to put it, as accurate as any. Soldat closes their fingers over the opal again.]

The people who gave me the arm. Gave me most of my training, all of my programming. They took my memories. Fried them out of my brain over and over. So I don't. I didn't remember this. Him. Just kind of hit me hard, that's all.

[diastima]

That's awful.

[ Lucius frowns - emotion that's more intense than usual, for someone as mild-mannered as he is. ]

I'm sorry...

[ This seems really private. He offers a comment about himself. ]

I sort of understand. I have memories that belonged to another person.

[worthallthis]

[Soldat finally transfers the opal to their metal hand, then tucks it away in a pocket on the left side. No accidental activations that way. Then Lucius gets a vaguely confused sort of look.]

That sounds uncomfortable. Who is the other person.

[diastima]

Someone who died. I was supposed to be his reincarnation, so they tried giving me his memories.

[ It didn't work, whether from his own failure or the failure of humanity to procure a desirable vessel. ]

They don't feel like mine. I try not to think about them.

[worthallthis]

[Ouch. That does in fact sound unpleasant.]

I wouldn't want to think about them, either. Are they bad?

[Because, y'know. They understand having a bunch of awful memories that don't always feel like theirs, they really do.]