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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bruce wayne (marzi),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- catra (val),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- dean winchester (miyou),
- duster (nara),
- elektra natchios (carlee),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- gregor allaine (leu),
- ignis scientia (helena),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- kol mikaelson (jade),
- kylo ren (kelly),
- link (psi),
- maes hughes (erica),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- minimus ambus (nara),
- namine (ami),
- nancy wheeler (chrissy),
- newton geiszler (mippins),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- sarissa theron (bella),
- somnus lucis caelum (jae),
- sora (mawi),
- steve harrington (zelly),
- stone (gail),
- will ingram (leu),
- xayah (helena),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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!•••
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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Sarissa's quiet for long moments as she holds the opal and sets it down on the sand. Given Elektra's manner, the apology, she's not sure she wants to chance taking a look at it herself. Some things were bad enough to have lived through once. )
You know, in Ancient Greece they believed opals was formed from Zeus' tears. The war against the Titans was a war against his own kin, and each tear that hit the ground became one of these.
( There's a moment of pause before she looks back to Elektra. ) What'd you see?
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[ elektra's listening, nodding when she mentions the tale of zeus's tears - she'd heard similar tales as a child, when she was first taken in by her adoptive parents - but only looks at sarissa sidelong as she speaks, waiting for her to finish. it's not until she asks elektra what she'd seen that she turns to face her. ]
A man was forcing you to hold a bucket upright and threatening you if you couldn't do it. [ there's a beat as she debates explaining further, but she decides against it - she's already lived through it once, she doesn't need elektra's recounting of the experience. ] You were very young.
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Sarissa smiles, though there’s no happiness in it. No coldness either, just something raw. )
Quality time with the old man, then. Yeah, Graham’s a real personality.
( A real personality was something that might be said about someone with a love for loudly patterned shirts or strong opinions about organising books by colour spectrum - and maybe those were quirks Sarissa had, but whatever. )
Sorry you saw that.
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He sure seemed it. [ there's sympathy in her tone, but no pity. she is sorry, both that it's something she'd lived through and that she'd witnessed it, the latter mostly because it's no one else's business and she's sure it's something she'd rather bury than have others see. ] I hope you both got free of him.
[ the last part feels maybe a little too personal, considering their first and only interaction prior to this had been down and dirty sparring outside of the inn. but she means it, for whatever it's worth. ]
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I dunno. Not like you can carve out your own bones and keep standing, is it?
( Her father was part of her, was in the building blocks that made her, and had thought himself a sculpture cutting away the weak, undesirable parts of the stone to reveal her.
If they're being personal, and all. Sarissa draws a flask out of her pocket and takes a sip, before holding it out to Elektra without looking her way. )
Did you see her? My mum?
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[ it had taken her her whole life to realize stick's influence on her, how he'd ingrained his beliefs into her from the moment he'd found her. and then he'd walked away, and then he'd tried to kill her when she'd tried to cut him out of her life. even now, after her death, she's still realizing his influence in how she behaves. fighting as bonding? check.
elektra regards her for a moment before taking the offered flask, nodding to her before taking a small sip from it. ]
No. He only mentioned her. [ threatened her as well as sarissa, but that doesn't feel necessary to bring up. she'd lived it. ]