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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"The church is manned by a single spirit. Or person, now, right?" Stone says with a frown. The new of Dr. Solis has gotten around, by now. "A person who is behind the lanterns? Do the spirits have a single spirit who repairs them if they die?"

"They must? Or maybe they all do it together, they seem to have some amount of powers they are drawing on. But that's merely speculation. We'd have to ask them, or someone who knows more about them." Like Robin or Dr. Solis. There's so many things still to figure out and he's not entirely sure that's the right place to start.

But seeing if killed things stay dead is at least easier than attempting to figure out how to destroy creatures that can consume light and entire planets.

"I'm not even sure anyone who's been here longer know more than we do, at this point," Stone grouses. "Robin keeps saying the things that happen to us are new and surprising, and she's already shared a lot with us."

"Also true. I would have thought she'd have seen some of these things coming, but either she's lying, or the spirits are exceptionally devious and never repeat the same tactic more than once. Either is possible." He's leaning more towards Robin lying, but he can't precisely articulate why. It's just a feeling he has where she seems to be dodging things when asked directly.

She answers, certainly, but usually not with anything more helpful than the question machine that comes with the Night Market.

"I'd think someone would know if the creatures here could respawn though. It seems a fairly basic question."

"Has anyone actually asked it, then?" Stone wonders. He doesn't remember finding it on the tablet, but given his number of entries there are that are in text, and how he still hasn't managed to find the setting that lets the creepy computer-voice read text entries aloud, it's entirely possible he missed it. "Maybe someone should. Solis or Robin, or maybe both."

"I don't know, but admittedly I don't read all the posts on the network." He'd gotten slightly better about it, but there was still that ever present sense of propriety that he was reading other people's private messages to each other. He may be technologically literate, but that doesn't mean he understands how people utilize or interact with that tech.

"Maybe I'll ask her. Or Daylight, he'd likely know. He's been speaking to the spirits with the aid of the tablets."

"I don't read them all, either. I don't read anything that's not audio, most of the time, unless something seems really important." He's not technologically literate at all, nor does he have any qualms about private conversations, he's just half-blind and very far-sighted. "Let me know what they say, will you? I'm curious."

"I will. I know Daylight was looking to have another meeting soon, I'll find out then." After he and Cao Pi have their meeting with Dr. Solis that is. But that's for Daylight to explain, not him.

"It's a shame that some of the ones he's been talking to are flinging themselves into the sky. Hopefully some of the more helpful ones remain."

"I guess we'll have to start making new connections. And ask around to make sure they don't do this more than once a year," Stone comments with a frown. "If they do this every year, more than once a year, they must be making new ones or coming back somehow. According to Robin, this place has been dead for too long for them to have any left, unless there were hundreds of thousands before."

"No there must be new ones, or we're going to run out of forest spirits quite soon. Though maybe this isn't a yearly event. It could be like an eclipse that only happens every decade or so and we happen to be here for this one. Like everything else, there's too many unknowns."

He supposes in the grand scheme of things finding out the weather patterns and seasonal phenomena aren't really that critical. But it does add to the general feeling of never knowing what the hell is going on.

Stone gives Kuai a sympathetic sort of rumble. "I know. I'm not really used to being confused, either. Back home, I was the oldest person around. I knew more than everybody else. But that's because of experience, not because I'm good at figuring things out." He is, in fact, not all that great at figuring things out.

"I'm the Grandmaster of an entire clan, I'm supposed to be the one who makes plans and understands what's happening. But this place," His shoulders slump a little as he trails off, it's difficult to admit when he's out of his element, especially when he's so used to being in control.

"This place has sorely tested that."

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