logsinthenight | 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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[ Cassie had been walking around, trying to find her own memories in an effort to keep other people from having to deal with her shit. She'd had some good moments in her life, but overall... It wasn't exactly storybook material. Dressed warmer than when she'd first arrived, she sits, lantern attached to her hip like Quentin had shown her and gives herself a break from other people's memories. She needed to find the owners of the ones she had in her pocket before picking more up. Almost tempted to get on the network and just do an all-points bulletin if she knew which person in the memories was here.

Fidgeting with her sleeve, she watches the aurora trying to figure out her own personal next steps and trying very hard to not just sigh dramatically. ]

[It wasn't too long, perhaps a few hours and asking around, but Maes was a former investigator and it wasn't like this was a particularly populated city like Central had been. Finding people didn't take too long and in the light of the aurora near the Downtown area, he catches sight of her finally.]

Excuse me! Got a minute?

[He realizes, belatedly, that the memory hadn't come with her name. The names Marco, Rhea, and Ares...and Pythia? But that had felt more like a title and in light of the memory, he's not sure if it's one she would feel comfortable being shouted at from a complete stranger. His experience with Bucky/The Soldat still fresh in his mind.]

[ She doesn't respond for half a second before finally looking towards the direction of the voice and meeting his gaze. ] Y-yeah. Sure.

[ Realization sinks in as she puts the pieces together of what a stranger could want with her. Considering she'd been doing that with other strangers. So, she steels herself for whatever emotional whiplash was coming for her, even if she knew it was foolish to try and mentally prepare for the unknown. It could be Eugenie, Mircea, Pritkin, the girls -- Faerie. Hell. Anything.

Rising to her feet, she takes a few tentative steps. You got this, Palmer. ]

[Maes notices the shift in her demeanor. She knows what he's coming over for. Even so, it feels weird to just toss it to her and leave. It was almost worse than getting caught reading someone's diary.]

It looks like you might already know what I'm here about, but it feels strange to have this and not have a name. I'm Maes Hughes.

[He produces the opal.]

Here...it's rightfully yours after all.

[He wonders if he should say something about what he say. He doesn't understand most of it -- just some of the emotions and bigger ideas are relatable.]

Thanks, and Cassie - I'm Cassie.

[ She takes the opal, facing the memory like ripping off a bandaid. And this one hurts more than she'd expected. She'd all but forgotten that she and Marco had gotten into a fight because he wanted to protect her -- or at least, wanted a body to bury. And she had no idea if there was one. It was almost horrifically hilarious. She bites back a kneejerk response to laugh inappropriately because it was either that or cry again. Instead, she just slips the stone into her pocket and tries to keep herself together. ]

He did come back, Ares... In case you were wondering. And Marco was right. I stopped Ares in 13th Century Wales and I can only assume my powers didn't send him a body back to bury.

[ The last words roll off of her tongue like molasses, her first time formally acknowledging the weight of her death. She'd played it off casually, erring on the side of disbelief. But this somehow made it real.

Shit. ]

[Some memories were easy to prepare for than others. If he knew the person, had a better understanding of the memory, it made it easier to brace the person for what they were about to relive. In this case he couldn't use either. He'd not met Cassie before and half of what was going on in the memory didn't make a lot of sense to him.

The broader strokes though he had understood: death, war, choices or the lack of one.

He recognizes the look of someone trying to hold it together. He hopes this doesn't turn into another situation like with the Soldier and his Other's memories.]

Most of what I saw didn't make sense to me actually...especially the bits about magic. [He considers.] I do understand something about battlefields and war and how they change you. Makes it harder to recognize yourself.

[ No, Cassie had accepted awhile ago that she wasn't going to be able to please everyone, that'd she'd wanted out of the gilded cage of the Las Vegas Penthouse Suite. No matter how dangerous the world was, she had a job to do. She'd never held onto the idea that she'd be someone who grows old and has a family. Somehow, the family had come with the job. Four months ago, she'd have felt guilty for leaving her ghost companion behind, but now... Now it was more complicated. ]

Yeah, it's... It's complicated. [ Not to sound cliché. ] I don't think Marco had planned to get attached to me. [ Considering how much they'd butted heads when he'd first been assigned to her. And instead they'd had a profound impact on each other's lives. He'd been like a father figure in a way, even if she never fully acknowledged it, he was important to her. ]

He was right, though. I didn't leave him a body. I died 1500 years in the past when everyone was fighting Ares. [ The words are heavy on her tongue, brutal and painful to her own ears. He'd been right. A soft smile graces her lips, despite the complicated emotions running through her. ] I'm sure if I left him one, though, he'd bring me back to life just so he could yell at me for dying.

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