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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You might be surprised. Or maybe he can teach you some from his world. We're actually all pretty lucky that we get to share things from home like this. Wouldn't have been possible otherwise.

[Hell, maybe he could teach them some of the songs he knows. A few he's not even sure what the tune is supposed to be, for when you get a whole unit of Marines together on a long voyage some of the songs just turn into raucous shouting but it's all in the name of fun. And there are others. The memorial song, the one for fallen soldiers, would probably go over well here - it's solemn, but beautiful, and they all have losses to mourn.]

[Not all things and memories are for sharing, is what she thinks briefly, but doesn't voice. She doesn't want to ruin the mood. But the songs... she won't mind sharing those. Their main purpose is just that- teaching and showing others the way of their life. She will happily listen to any song Rosinante has in his store- maybe he can even join this little musical show.]

A silver lining in a disaster like this. [Her ears twitch,] I am glad I could see that there are different sides to humans.

[The ones in her world don't deserve mercy, regardless of anything. But some she met here, they don't belong here.]

Sorry the ones you knew were so atrocious. Glad it's not like that here.

[Humans certainly have the capacity to be utterly vile. He's had an abundance of experience with that sort and it's not at all hard to believe Xayah when she says all they gave her people was pain and cruelty. Others here might protest, say humans aren't like that at all, but he knows they sure as hell can be. It's humans, not fishmen or minks or even giants, who operate the slave markets in his world.

But there are still plenty who are kind and loving and genuine. Painting an entire race with one brush doesn't do anyone any favors. He loves humanity, even if he's acutely aware of its flaws.]

You've been staying here lately, right? The greenhouse? How's that going?

It made things a little less... difficult, I have to admit.

[She doesn't have to constantly be afraid someone's after her throat. Sure, the spirits are out there, some very dangerous ones (like the ones that got her all stabbed up), but she doesn't have to be wary of every single person that comes around the corner.

Xayah looks back at the greenhouse and nods.]

It's more... freeing, I guess? It's warm inside and because of glass walls, it doesn't feel too enclosed.

[Human structures, while she can handle them, are not her favorite. The greenhouse gets a pass because she can see outside and the sky.]

[It lacks privacy, he thinks to himself - but that must be less of a concern for her.]

It sure is beautiful. It's amazing all these plants can grow in this darkness.

[But maybe they're just as dead as the rest of them. Or they're the spirits' versions of plants, thriving on darkness. Maybe they'd die in sunlight like the spirits do when they fly up into the aurora.]

[She's been living a nomad life for years on end. She's used to not having privacy unless she makes it that way. It's not a big problem for her.]

I'm used to hearing wind sing through the forests and the spirits tending to the trees. All this silence is unsettling so I find just a little bit of solace in this.

[She doesn't know how these plants thrive, but she doesn't care. At least, not right now.]

If you want to plant something I can help you and tend to it while you're gone.

Really? I've never done any gardening, but - sure, I could try.

[The offer takes him by surprise, but he warms up to it quickly as his eyes go from wide to softer, and a smile grows on his face. Yeah, all right. Might as well give it a go.]

Do you have anything you'd recommend? Something that's not too difficult?

[She's not sure for the others, but gardening is calming to her. There's so much darkness and death and sickness going around that she so easily loses herself in digging and poking the dirt, not thinking about much.]

Some veggies? Maybe succulents? They have thick leaves and hold in water so even when you forget to water them they'll be fine.

Of course, leaving them by themselves for too long would be bad, like with any other plant.

I can help you grow some melons or tomatoes. They need a bit more attention but nothing too bad. Just weeding and watering.

I like tomatoes. I'd give that a try.

[He's not all that bothered by the mention of them taking more attention if she's around to help guide him. Growing something edible sounds like fun anyway, and maybe he can get Mary involved, too.]

Or cabbage? Do you have cabbage seeds?

[Xayah nods,] Yeah, there are actually a lot of seeds left behind by someone.

[Probably the people from the previous reset. She took a few boxes and rearranged the packets so they are easier to find and use. That's mostly what she's been doing around here- cleaning up stuff and arranging it around so it's more accessible, for both her and whoever else wants to garden.]

I really look forward to seeing the plants properly grow. It's been a while.

And I'm looking forward to getting started.

[It occurs to him that he doesn't even really know how long it takes things like tomatoes and cabbage to grow from seeds. Weeks? Months? Guess he'll find out in time.]

While I'm here, you want to show me where a good spot to plant things would be?

[She doesn't know that either, especially in these conditions here. All she can do is plant and oversee the veggies as they grow and just mark it down.]

Sure. Since you're tall, you could take the row closest to the door.

[She's not sure how he'll fit in the Greenhouse, but she's determined to help out.]

Thanks, that works.

[Means he doesn't have to go too far inside, which is good. He knows himself. He'd trip and fall on other people's plants, or crash through the glass just trying to step over them.]

I have a few more opals I need to drop off with people. Should probably do that sooner rather than later, don't want to keep them waiting. But I'll be back, all right?

[She nods and smiles,]

No problem. I'll be here, so when you come back, just call.

[She's gonna go back to digging through the dirt and arranging the seeds packets.]

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