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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Hate isn't that complicated.

[ He disagrees, riding the shiver of frustration over the whole concept. ]

Or anger, or fear. I feel them and they exist.

What's the point of love, if it just makes you feel all the same things?

[ He almost sounds sullen about it, as if maybe his idea of the world has been tipped suddenly on it's axis&mdah; and then, just as suddenly, the whole concept feels exhausting. For so long, he was striving toward the lofty goal of no longer experiencing pain. Of joining his heart to Ventus, because his Master told him forging the x-Blade was the only way to make his suffering end.

But here, he has the x-Blade, and it gives him no solace. Now, he's felt that fleeting softness of love and discovered that it comes as a double edged sword. Vanitas exhales, his gaze dropping to follow the click of Bruce's shoes on the marble. When he speaks again, it's quiet; more to himself. ]

I'd rather feel nothing at all.

But that's what I mean.

[They step into the great foyer and the door creaks as if it's announcing their presence. Bruce hasn't decided yet if he wants to take measures to correct it, to oil the hinges and make the comings and goings a subtle affair. Or if he wants to leave it as it is, as a kind of early warning system. The museum is, after all, public property. Anyone could come by, and there's no social expectations around ownership to discourage visitors.]

What is hate?

[There's something about the pitch of his voice that suggests that he isn't giving an academic lecture. This is a very personal subject, with very personal experiences. Bruce's responsibility to Gotham, the things he wants to do and the things he has to sacrifice in order to do that, require a kind of constant scrutiny. A constant self-awareness.]

Maybe it's directed pain. What causes pain? Sadness? And then a desire for revenge against the one who caused it- anger. Maybe it starts with fear, or resentment, or envy. It could come from a sense of injustice, actual or otherwise.

[They make their way towards the kitchen, a kind of focal point for so many of these moments with Vanitas. Bruce looks back over his shoulder and lifts both hands, visibly intertwining the fingers of each.]

Hate is a combination of emotions, an overlap. Love is like that too.

I think you feel other things first, before you know love is there. For me, it was knowing that I wanted to see her more often. And then that I wanted her to be safe. That I wanted her to be happy, more than I cared about my own happiness.

[ All of this almost hurts his head— but if he were the kind of person to run away from things, he wouldn't be where he is today. All he's ever done is charge at the world head on, like a juggernaut. This really isn't any different. And Bruce, as he explains, it makes Vanitas' mind whirl as he aligns his lived reality with what the other guy is saying. If he considers it, then it's not so far off. Vanitas didn't hate first— he felt other things. Loneliness, and sadness, and fear. Things Xehanort told him to cast out to make way for pain, to strengthen his darkness.

Wanting others to be happy, wanting others to be safe. These concepts are mostly foreign to Vanitas— at least, they had been before he lived here. He'd seen them in other people, it was what his Master used to manipulate the playing field, but wanting to keep another from harm...

Vanitas' eyes cut away from Bruce, suddenly, as he realizes that those sensations aren't exactly as strange to him as they once were. ]

That's the kind of thing that gets people killed.

[ He says, and the words burn his tongue as they come out, because he's died for someone here, too, hasn't he? ]

Yes. [He can admit that without strings. Love does cause pain. It is the reason some people are killed. How many lives in Gotham have been snuffed out as a matter of leverage or in some short-sighted desire for payback? It's a cycle of losses with no beginning and no end, where the attachments that keep a person human are also their greatest weaknesses. Selina was shot, paralyzed, simply because he loved her. Jim Gordon had been murdered because Bruce killed Nyssa's father. Vanitas is right to critique bonds like that, they are liabilities.]

But so does anger. So does rage, or despair, or greed.

[Bruce rounds the small island in their makeshift kitchen, and over the top of it, their eyes meet.]

Everything is a risk. But love is a choice.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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