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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"So, not too bad," Soldat says once Fjord is clearly back with them, finished with the moment of reliving his own past. Yeah, they recognized the exhaustion, the ache, the way that feels emotionally. They're not going to comment on it unless Fjord does, because it seems kind of rude. "I've seen a lot worse."

"Yeah, I can only imagine," he says dryly, as he wraps the stone back up, and deposits it in his bag. "That one could've been worse, it cut out right before Caduceus told us about his dead person tea."

Better to talk about literally anything else than that; Lorenzo and the fucking Iron Shepherds can go rot.

Soldat twitches, blinks, stares a little in Fjord's general direction. "Dead person what?" Too late, buddy. You mentioned it. Not you gotta explain.

Fjord just grins, a bit smugly. "See, that was my exact reaction. But it's not as bad as it sounds. Cad lived in a graveyard for most of his life, from what I know of it. Tended to flowers that grew on the graves and turned them into tea." He shrugs, and adds lightly, "It's actually really nice tea."

The startle drains out of them and they give Fjord a patented Not Impressed With Your Humor But It Is Still A Little Funny look. Soldat is very good at that particular look. "That's not dead people tea, pal, that's just graveyard flowers tea. You were trying to make me jump."

"It worked," he points out, not fully hiding his childish glee. "And that's how it got introduced to me, too, so it's only fair I get to do that to someone."

Soldat extends the flesh hand to punch Fjord's shoulder, but it's a light, amiable punch. They like this guy. It's like having... someone. One of the Sergeant's old unit, maybe, even if they don't remember any of their names or faces anymore. "Asshole." But it's a nice-sounding insult. "Found any other good memories yet in this?"

He takes the punch without flinching, only grinning a bit wider. "I'll let you know if I find any. I didn't even realise that was what was happening here." He folds his arms lightly. "Anything I should keep in mind to know one of them might be yours?"

"It'll probably be terrible," they say immediately. That's not super helpful, though. "I guess. Look for the metal arm, or maybe not having an arm, might be some like that, too. Or." A pause, an obvious hesitation. They can't say their name. Can't even think it. Don't want anyone else to know. But. "A Sergeant, if it's a memory from in the army. Was my rank. Or a skinny blonde kid named named Steve."

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