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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“Yeah. The Pigmasks.” Their helmets resembled piggy faces. There was a large pig theme going on there. “They’re the soldiers that invaded the Nowhere Islands and, well, kind of ruined everything, and everyone trusted them to help out.”

Looking back, there were so many instances where they could have done something differently, fought back, anything. It’s too late now.

“They brought technology and money to Tazmily, but they also ended the world.”

A name like Pigmasks is a little too on the nose, huh?

"People must have been desperate for help, if they were that ready to trust invaders..." Of course, the Destiny Islands were so idyllic and peaceful that they probably would have rolled out the red carpet for newcomers, too. There's a certain naivete afforded places that know little war.

"What did they want?"

Said naïveté lead to their downfall. To stop an evil, one must be aware that said evil exists. To know tragedy is to better prepare for one.

“It’s a long story. Their leader was a time traveler from the past, and he abused it so much that he was locked out of every point in time except for ours, and he was pretty old. Immortal, according to what he said. The thing was...he was bored. He wanted to mess with animals and people for fun. I don’t know what those Pigmasks wanted, but Porky kidnapped them for that purpose.

“And that’s why they wanted this Egg from the start. There was only one guy in our village who kept his memories just in case something happened, and I think-“ His face grows solemn. “If I had gotten this back to the village instead of disappeared, we could have protected ourselves.”

Information is power.

Duster mentions a time traveler, and Riku's expression immediately gets a little pinched. Why is it always time travelers?

"Ruining the lives of others out of boredom?" He shakes his head, not dumbfounded so much as disgusted. He's well aware of the darkness in people's hearts, the kinds of things they justify doing, and how they justify doing them. "It's interesting that the egg came with you on the ferry... what it means if it's really the memories of humanity."

Oof, that's grim. Did humanity completely get wiped out because of that guy?

"I...think it does." He rolls it from hand to hand. There's no sign of any opening, button, or trick to opening it open. "It took my memories, once. I don't know how that happened, but without the rest of Tazmily here, I guess there's no way to see what's inside."

Leder could have helped with that, but of course, the end of the world was more urgent by the time they found him.

"Maybe it'll work once I meet up with the others."

Will he ever meet up with the others, Riku asks himself, if he's here, dead, and the others are still alive worlds away?

Riku feels his heart sink sympathetically. Even if pressed, Riku doesn't share his fatalistic thoughts about what their chances are in beating the World Eaters, let alone what their survival chances are if they're able to restore light to the world. He doesn't think their chances are good on either count.

"Could be," he says instead, "I guess if these stones can carry memories, so can an egg."

Duster sighs. Beacon hasn’t been outwardly cruel to him, apart from the hallucinations, but the worry that his friends were worse off will never leave until he escapes Beacon or if they appear here. If the World Eaters are something more powerful than the Dark Dragon, they might even wipe out the true afterlife.

Then, an aide a. “I wonder if any of these have memories I lost before I came to Tazmily.”

"These stones? It's possible," Riku replies, and for a moment his eyes dart away from him thoughtfully, as if he's considering that exact scenario. But there's also...

No. Her abilities seem to be intrinsically linked to those with a connection with a particular person. It seems both wrong to involve her without her permission, or to use the other party just to make sure her powers would work on him. That isn't right. Once, maybe even again, Riku would use others to achieve a compelling enough outcome, but he's trying not to be that person anymore.

"I guess we won't know unless we find some. If I can't identify who any stones belong to, I'll bring them to you, see if they ring any bells."

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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