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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I'll head that way.

[A moment later, there's one more text.]

You don't need to apologize even if it had been any of that. I think many of us had interesting lives.

I'm starting to think so too.

See you soon.

[While her life never got as exciting as apparently being raised by a giant wolf, it wasn't a normal life.

She carefully wraps the opal in a bit of fabric she always keeps with her for bandaging wounds before she gets moving to the Bonfire.

It's not hard to find Jason in the crowd and she clears her throat when she's close enough to be heard.]

Hey there.

[He'd been thinking about what memory she could have seen. The message had indicated that maybe it wasn't any of his major battles or anything too intense, so likely the gods or monsters weren't involved. Maybe his early days at camp then? Or getting the Argo II prepped and ready to go.

Jason looks up. Given all the noise from the spirits' festivities it was easy to be taken by surprise. Of course, in this case he'd been expecting Jo, given her message from earlier. He raises a hand in greeting.]

Hey. Thanks for coming out this way.

[He didn't know where she lived, only that it wasn't the Invincible, so he didn't know if this was a special trip or something]

[She was headed this direction when she found the stone, honestly, but she won't mention that. It's not that important.]

Hey. [Jo gives him a smile, staying quiet as the spirits around them cheer loudly.]

I wanted you to have it. Our memories should be our own. [She digs out the precious parcel and holds it out to him. While it feels a little less invasive than experiencing someone else's death without warning, she still feels a little bad about it.]

[He nods and looks a little amused at her words. She doesn't know it, but he'd had his memories stolen before. It was a very different situation than this, but the feeling of his memories being spread around makes it difficult NOT to remember the brief time in his life when he'd had amnesia. It was fairly recently too, only a year or so ago, and that made it a nice thing to have these reminders of both before and after that time.

He accepts the stone, bare handed because he's curious to see what Jo might have experienced. Needless to say he's a little surprised when he "comes back."]

Oh...wow. That's from...I'm not even sure if I remembered that happening.

[That had less to do with amnesia and more to do with it being so long ago. How old had he even been? Two? Three years old?]

I think sometimes there are memories we can't make ourselves think of that are still there. [It's probably not the technical way to talk about it, but she'd stand behind her feeling on this. It's gotta be part of what causes deja vu.]

So. You were really raised by a giant wolf? That's some founding of Rome shit. [What? She knows some of her myths. That stuff helps on a hunt.]

That makes sense. Especially since it did happen to me a long time ago.

[He was going to reassure himself that it was more to do with that fact than Juno scrambling his memories a year ago. Most people don't remember what happened to them when they were toddlers, right?]

Yeah, well, it's Lupa so by default it's going to be very Roman.

[Most people don't, it's true.

She smiles softly, shrugging after a moment.]

You had quite a weird life, huh.

That's one way of putting it...yeah. I don't think I truly appreciated how strange until I got here though.

[She smiles and shrugs, looking thoughtful for a moment.]

Sometimes when you're in the middle of it, nothing seems that weird.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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