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]

[Soldat has had intensive training in balancing, gymnastics, and even dance, and a lot of time spent climbing buildings and occasionally trees to get into position for good shots. This really isn't that hard, even with broken ribs. It's really more like annoying. They dangle from their hands and one foot, brace the soggy shoe against the wall itself just to keep the damaged body from overbalancing, and use their arms to haul them up to the next set of hand-holds. Slow going, but they can do it.]

Couldn't have put in stairs, Kal? Gotta be a magic climbing wall? Christ.

[(If I were in my own damn body, I'd be at the top already. Weak. Good to know the creepily-powerful alien can actually get hurt, I guess. Don't think this is a normal thing, or he'd be able to float up. Probably why there's no stairs. Rude. You said it, Asset.)]

[uplifters]

[ I'm sorry, comes the apology, genuine in sound and hopefully believable, even if Soldat can't see him. I never thought anyone else would have to take me here.

But you know what they say, Soldat-- slow and steady wins the race!

They're winded by the time they reach the top, though, muscles aching and legs feeling like there're weights pulling them down. As they rose up the wall the smell of something burnt had started to waft into their nostrils, and the reason for this is made clear once they've got themselves up over the wall.

At the end of a path made of the tops of crystals clustered together-- apparently the wall they'd climbed had been the side of a huge cluster-- is a single cylinder; Soldat will know in their gut that the cylinder is a machine.

It doesn't look like a machine, given it's made of clear crystal instead of metal, but the structure of it makes it look like an interface of sorts. Scattered around it are ashes and bricks of charcoal, and the area directly around it has burnt to the point of rendering the tops of the crystals scorched black. There are some broken crystal fragments scattered about-- thinner crystals, resembling the one the opal had lengthened into back in Beacon before this whole excursion began-- and constant as ever is the hum of energy in the floor and in the walls all around.

The twinkling sound hasn't stopped. The walls continue to glow blue. Soldat will feel a pull towards the machine there, but Kal is quiet in their head, seemingly devoid of comment for now. ]

[worthallthis]

[The apology helps. Soldat is kind of in the habit of forgiving the voices in their head, anyway. Doesn't mean they can't snark a little, albeit maybe more gently,]

If it weren't a fortress of solitude. Maybe you'd've thought about that.

[Alien machinery sure is a thing. That does explain the hum, if the crystal is some kind of device for containing, directing, or amplifying some kind of energy. Given the scorch marks, it kinda makes them think it's either a whole lot of energy, or it's been tampered with or broken somehow.

But this is obviously where the memory wants to go. So Soldat goes, after a moment to recover. This better be what you need, Kal, or they're probably gonna get scorched, themselves.]