EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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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[evulsed]

Vanitas doesn't lean back out of his space when he carefully turns to look. It puts the shine of his yellow eyes very close to him. From an outside perspective, if somebody didn't see the blanched expression on Masaomi's face, one might think they were sharing secrets. And they are, after a fashion. This, Vanitas knows, isn't something this proud kid would ever want the rest of the world to know about him.

"Is that why you try so hard? To make up for your failure?" He goes on, pressing on the wound now that he's discovered it. There's a predatory glint in his expression, cruel. "You said you loved her, and you left her alone to die."

[mellowyellow]

A year ago, Masaomi would have punched the bastard right then. There are no other viable responses to a statement like that; to acknowledge it is to accept it, but to ignore it is impossible. He wants to punch Vanitas, to send that smug expression flying out of his face. He wants to not have to think, and he wants to not have to feel anything but the adrenaline boosting him the hell out of here. Now that he's learned the hard way how useless lashing out is too, however, he's trapped, neutered. All he can do is clench his fists uselessly at his sides.

He swallows, breathes, does his damnedest to convert fear into something a little more useful. He doesn't manage anything more than wetting his dry throat. "I'm the one who's here, not her," he affirms through clenched teeth. Though his voice is choppy with suppressed emotion, he speaks right to Vanitas' face. "That's what matters."

[evulsed]

Vanitas doesn't give up the space, not just yet. There's vehemence in Masaomi's voice, despite how tightly wound he is. The bubble of darkness in him simmers just under the surface; he's barely restraining himself from action. The tension is physical between them, it could probably be cut with a knife; but Vanitas won't do anything but coax.

"You think everyone that dies comes here? This place would be much fuller." His eyes go heavy, and he cants his head so his voice is near the other boy's ear again, near enough his breath stirs his blond hair. "Sometimes there are worse things than death."

He knows, from experience. Living can be the worst pain imaginable.

[mellowyellow]

There are worse things than death? Yeah, Masaomi knows that. Saki may still be breathing, but she's been trapped in that hospital for a year. She hasn't walked since that day, and she has no one but Masaomi himself to take her out of there. Masaomi, who couldn't even bring himself to look her in the eye, let alone save her. Masaomi, who selfishly broke up with her right before he ran off to die.

So he's the worst boyfriend in the history of Tokyo? So what? His grinding teeth creak like they may just shatter from the pressure. He already knows that.

But what's he supposed to do now that someone else knows it too?

A flash of thought penetrates his defenses despite his best efforts, the most terrifying thought he could have in that moment. He asks himself what sort of expression Jason or Sora or even Stone might make while Vanitas gleefully shares his bounty. He'd do it. Vanitas has no reason to considerately keep this memory to himself. If the bastard just puts a little effort into it, he could have all of Beacon in the know by tomorrow. Masaomi's already lost Mikado and Anri. He's already failed Saki. If everyone here knew... If anyone here realizes what a pathetic coward he is...

They'd never smile at him again, would they?

He launches his hand for Vanitas' collar, curls his fist around the tight material, and pulls Vanitas in so close their foreheads touch.

"What are you trying to say?" he growls. He has no chance of suppressing that raw emotion now, and it rips at his throat, sounding more animal than human. "She's alive. We're not. Why the hell do you care?"