logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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[Gardening is not something that Kuai ever did back in his world. He didn't have time, and few things would grow in the frigid mountain of Arctika. But it's undeniably relaxing. Something to take his mind off the fight they should be prepping for.

As someone who has trained his entire life to save the world repeatedly, he feels a little justified in taking a bit of time off for himself now and again. He is dead after all. So he goes to the greenhouse a few times a week, making sure the little green sprouts that will eventually be beans are thriving.

When he spots the opal on the ground as he's leaving he instinctively picks it up, something that bright is immediately visible and his hand closes around it before he realizes it might be a bad idea to touch strange rocks that appear randomly.

The memory washes over him and he almost drops the rock afterwards, feeling uncomfortable and a little voyeuristic to be seeing this. But he tucks the opal in a pocket, going to look for Xayah. If nothing else to apologize for inadvertently intruding.]

[Xayah is at the greenhouse mostly in the 'evening' hours. She doesn't stick around a lot during the day, letting the others use the establishment as they please. It's not like she has a lot of items to protect- just a book and some clothes, placed in rope net that's tied to the roof of the greenhouse (she made it, so she can lay there and watch the stars through the glass roof).

She's in the rope net, going through her journal when she hears footsteps approach. Her ears perk up and attention moves to the entrance door of the place. The place doesn't get visitors at this hour so whoever it is probably is looking for her. Her mood picks up a bit when she sees that it's Kuai.]

Come on in!

[It's very bright from aurora and there are two torches in the greenhouse so she hopes he can see her waving at him.]

[He's noticed the hanging bed of sorts near the roof of the greenhouse, but hadn't realized that Xayah actually lives there. Briefly he thinks about how nice and peaceful it would be in here when no one else is around.]

Good evening.

[The greeting is automatic, even though it's 'evening' all the time. And now with the aurora it's an infinite dusk. Being able to see is a blessing though.]

I believe I've found something of yours.

[He reaches into his pocket for the stone, pausing for a second as his fingers brush it, causing him to relive the memory a second time. Hm. That's not ideal. Once it passes he holds the shiny rock in the palm of his hand, offering it to her if she'd like to come down and get it.]

[ She always had a hard time getting used to human structures. She always believed they built and built just so they can hide behind their high walls out of fear. There are so many appliances in that cabin she was in that made her uneasy. But this- a structure out of glass with a see-through roof, might be the only building she approves off that humans ever constructed.

Xayah peers down at him from her "nest" when Kuai holds out his hand with the stone- ]

What? There's more of them?

[After shuffling around, Xayah's wings stretch and she flies up and then lands gracefully in front of him.]

I thought the partying was over, [she muses and takes the stone from him. Ah... this one again. Her lips twitch into a small smile, unknowingly to her as she stares at the rock.]

They seem to keep appearing.

[He politely waits for her to finish experiencing her memory before continuing.]

Maybe something about the spirits launching themselves into the sky is causing it. It's unsettling that our memories can be preserved like this.

Perhaps it is, [she agrees with a small nod, as she carefully pockets the stone he gave her.]

But to me... it's a nice reminder that I wasn't just a mindless murderer. That I fought and died for something important.

But, if there are ulterior motives to this, we'll find them and dismantle them.

The good memories are few and far between, you are fortunate.

[Everyone should have some good memories of their past, reminders of what they had lived for.]

There may be something sinister, afterall we have no guaruntee that people are returning them. Some may be seeing other people's and then holding onto them.

Blackmail maybe?

[He's not good at the whole treachery thing, so he's having trouble speculating.]

Hmm...

[While she has never seen Kuai this much on edge, what he speaks is true. How do these spirits know of their pasts? Something so private, buried deep inside of them long time ago for the sake of others.

She shakes her head to clear her mind.]

We can't really force information out of the spirits. They might see it as an attack.

I wonder...

[She has dealt with all sorts of magic in the past, but this is entirely unfamiliar.]

No, that wouldn't be wise and I'm sure would go badly very quick. They seem to think they're helping even when they are attacking.

I've only found memories from other residents, I wonder if some of the spirit's are showing up as well?

Is there a possibility of that? [Now she looks more alert and curious.]

If we could find them, maybe we could have some glimpses into things that happened in the past here.

I haven't found any, but I don't see why not? Unless whatever is causing these rocks to form is somehow directly related to our lanterns, since they don't have those.

But that would be odd.

[Though just about everything in this place could be described as odd.]

Then we should be on the lookout for those. Though we might end up stumbling upon memories of other people that are here.

[Just the appearance of these memory stones is odd in itself. But she's glad that it was Kuai who found hers and not some random person.]

You mean pick up every one we find? I suppose that would be the most effective way..

[yeah he's not gonna do that. He doesn't want to stumble onto someone's private memories. He already saw Cao Pi writing poetry about his wife and calling her pet names and that's more than enough. It's probably treason to spy on an Emperor like that.]

[She gives him a look then raises an eyebrow-]

You don't sound very eager for a scavenger hunt.

[It's not really spying if you have no control over it, you know. And it's not like the people in memory can see you. That's in the past, it can't be changed.]

There's something wrong about seeing someone else's memories without their permission. Especially someone who might not want those things shared.

[he's not sure if it's better or worse to find them from friends or strangers. It's all bad.]

Yes but there's no other way to check if other spirits dropped their own memories as well.

[It's a double-edged knife. Not that she's worried too much about it- even if the others see her memories, what are they going to do with them? Threaten her? She's already dead and died once more atop of that.]

True. I hope others are as understanding as you are.

[FEELS BAD MAN.]

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