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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Oh?

[whatever's going on in his head, he pushes it down and turns bravely to his favored comrade]

And what, I wonder, did you see in that stone?

[He frowns, not wanting to admit anything that would be ... untoward. He's also not one hundred percent sure who this woman is. His wife? A concubine? A mistress? He's pretty sure Zhenji is his wife but it has been a very long time since he learned all the tales of the ancient Emperors. Sorry Cao Pi, until about six months ago all that knowledge was a little pointless in his day to day life.]

Someone dear to you. It's a good memory, you are very fortunate.

[oh, well in that case. He'll take Kuai's word for it entirely, holding out a hand to take this memory for himself]

I believe you, though I feel it prudent to make that judgment for myself. Have you been more unlucky in terms of memories revealed, Grandmaster?

So far only one of mine has surfaced and it was not only something no one should have to see, it's something I would have rather others not be made aware of.

[In a way he's incredibly lucky that the person who found something so personal and traumatizing was Soldat. That could have gone a lot worse.

He gladly hands the stone over, wanting to have it returned to its rightful owner as soon as possible.]

[excuse him a moment while he indulges. Oh, how delightful. He's going to hoard all the Zhenji opals like a goddamn dragon, after this. And he can't help but offer Kuai a rare smile in exchange]

You were not wrong. Thank you for bringing this to me, so much has gone sour that a little light in the darkness is welcome. [still, he was paying attention to the answer to his query, so...] I'm sorry it hasn't been the same for you.

May it bring you warmth in the cold of night.

[Kind of a weird thing for a guy named Sub-Zero to say, but he means it sincerely. At least someone has something good out of all this. Which is reassuring, not everything is terrible for everyone.]

It is what it is. Perhaps there are more that haven't been found, there do seem to be an abundance of these. And for all we know some are not returning them.

[a nod, conceding that idea] I should hope not. I cannot imagine what sort of collateral they could be against the people whose memories these are. After all, we know what we've been through.

[that said there probably are past secrets floating about in these stones, but they're all dead so what good is the past?]

Of course, should I find something of yours I would return it. Though, I am starting to be wary of touching these stones. There are a lot of people here whose past lives I really don't care to see.

I feel the same. They keep appearing in odd places though. One fell from the ceiling and hit me. And that belonged to someone I've never even seen before.

[And boy was it a doozy, watching someone as a dictator(?) destroy a planet.]

I wonder if the forest spirits are finding these too? They seem distracted with the festival of sorts but...

Conversely I wonder if anyone has found any of their memories.

Oh? Well, I suppose you can hardly be blamed for getting struck in the head by someone else's memory. [he assumes it was right in the head, because it makes such an amusing mental image.]

I don't know what is going on, with this festival of theirs. Nor why they seem capable of flinging themselves into the sky. I assume it doesn't end well for them.

[That is EXACTLY what happened and he's not going to admit it. Moving on.]

My guess is they do not come back from that. I was assuming those that died came back as we do, that they had their own version of the church that resurrected them. But this seems far more permanent.

But it remains to be seen.

I'm never going to look at the stars here the same way again.

[Is each point of light a forest spirit that will one day be consumed by a world eater? That's .. unsettling.]

No, I doubt they have such a mechanic. I have enough information on hand to know that they aren't like us at all in that regard. It is, however, neither here nor there.

I am not disappointed. The one who killed me sent himself off on the first day, and good riddance.

Well that is something at least.

[A shred of a silver lining.]

Less of them is more of us, as well. Should it come to an all out war.

I doubt it will, but then again, I should hardly expect that I know everything that is going to happen. [a bob of his head] Thank you, again, for bringing me the stone. I would like to collect those small glimpses of a better life.

May you find many more of them.

[He nods politely before turning to leave Cao Pi to it. Maybe he'll find some good memories of his own. But that would mean actually picking these rocks up...]

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