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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What the fuck -

[ Eliot drops the opal that had been in his hand.

He watches it bounce a bit, the light from the aurora playing a guide for his eyes as it glints off the smooth surface. He looks around, to see if anyone else saw that, a guy dressed in a ridiculous costume fighting another guy in a ridiculous costume and people dying (and you know it's fucked up if Eliot thinks it's fucked up) - but he seems to have been the only one. His gaze goes back to the little stone.

Eliot's not sure how he knows, but he knows it must be the culprit. He also feels, somehow, like it shouldn't be out in the open like this. It's too intimate a scene. Maybe it's not even real but it doesn't just belong to the public. And, shit, maybe it doesn't belong to anyone at all, but someone around here has to know what to do with it.

So he takes the pocket square out of his vest pocket and carefully picks up the opal with it, then he wraps it up and sticks it into the pocket of his trousers. Next, he walks a bit until he sees a guy that he decides to approach. ]

Hey - This is going to sound really fucking weird, but. Do you know anyone around here by the name of - [ What was it? Spider Guy? Bug Man? ] - Uh. Mister Parker?

[ peter recognises eliot's voice, of course he does — they'd never interacted much before he'd — died? disappeared — but it'd been enough times to for the familiarity and recognition to be there. he knows, too, that eliot had come back — at least in a sense — but that he didn't remember his time here.

it's not difficult for peter to wrap his head around a potential answer of why he can't, so that in and of itself isn't the issue.

the issue is the mister parker. the last time peter had been called that, he'd been held by operatives that wanted teresa. before that, it'd been when he was a teacher. normally, people just went for the PARKER—! and that was fine. these days, "mister parker" tends to be the start of nothing good.

quentin's already approached him about finding a stone — a memory, from one of the happiest times in his life just before one of the worst. peter can hazard a guess as to what might have precipitated the question then, but he's not sure he wants to be right about it. ]

Uh— Honestly? Not so weird. [ a breath of a pause and the corners of his lips quirk up into a quick smile ], —And you've found him. But most people just call me 'Peter'. I like to reserve 'mister' for all those awkward conversations that are initiated by a 'we need to talk'. Or the other conversations that are held entirely by phone and consist of me trying to remember the security password I put into place a decade ago...

—Eliot, right?

Oh, well, that's lucky.

[ Really, what are the chances that he'd find the guy he was looking for right off the bat? And it definitely takes a weight off Eliot's shoulders. He doesn't want to be walking around this stone more than he has to be. ]

Yeah. Eliot, that's me. Look - I feel bad that I had to see … Whatever it is I saw. I'm sorry.

[ Because what do you say, honestly? Having witnessed something that heavy? Eliot can't even really make jokes about the spider get-up.

He takes the carefully wrapped opal from his pocket. ]

Here -

[ "whatever it is I saw", eliot says, and peter cringes: his eyebrows pull together and his nose scrunches up, and he looks away from eliot, just for a moment. his first thought isn't that eliot saw something relating to gwen, or even to ben. his first thought isn't that eliot saw one of the worst moments in his life — although when he does realise it, the irony of what eliot saw versus what quentin saw won't escape him.

what peter assumes, then, is that eliot saw something relating to spider-man — maybe doc ock, maybe mysterio, maybe stilt-man (oh, man, that'd almost be hilarious, and peter's not sure he could entirely come up with a valid explanation for someone like stilt-man existing, because he's still not sure why stilt-man isn't embarrassed by his own existence.

—ooh, maybe it was paste-pot pete—.) ]

—Uh, thanks. [ he says as he takes the opal, a mixture of bemusement and trepidation entering his tone. he eyes it for one second, then two, then—

peter opens his mouth, exhales and says— ] Hey, look, whatever it is you saw, I can explain.

Edited 2020-03-21 10:32 (UTC)

[ Eliot is glad to be rid of it. He looks relieved when it's out of his possession, and does he take a little step back once it's in Peter's hands? Definitely. ]

You don't really need to. Honestly. It's … Personal. Just keep an eye on it, because it's not really something I think you'd want people just seeing.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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THIS IS SO EMBARRASSINGLY LATE i am so sorry

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