logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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Do you have anything?

[Jesus, offering a drink and showing up almost empty-handed. Just memories and notes. Way to go Coldwater, and Quentin wipes a hand over his face.]

There's some in the bar, I mean, and I could really use a stiff one.

I always have a bottle stashed away somewhere. Come on.

( he moves further into his room, heading towards the bed and pulling out a bottle a few clean glasses from underneath. )

Not sure exactly what it is but it'll do the trick.

[Moving slowly in to the room, Quentin sits down on a bed. The messenger bag slamming awkwardly in to his thighs as he sits cross-legged on the edge.]

I don't even care right now. Just hit me with your best shot.

You're taking this worse than I am, Quentin.

( he sighs before pouring a glass of the liquor for quentin and then pouring his own. he takes a seat beside quentin. )

I'm all right now. I hope you know that.

What? Oh, no... that's not--

[Quentin rolls the glass between his hands, the chill of the glass seeping in to his palms and he takes a sip before continuing.]

It's not you? Or, I mean, it's not just you and your-- memory? And you look fine to me. It's-- some of mine are out there, too. And I got some of them back. And that's great, because I wouldn't want any more people to see it. But, shit, there are just things I'd rather people didn't see and I don't know. I'll probably never know if someone here knows, you know?

Edited 2020-03-05 19:14 (UTC)

Some of yours?

( ambrose frowns and then pours himself another glass just in preparation of needing one. he sighs before looking over. )

Any memories you want to talk about that you really don't want people to see?

[What did he just say? And Quentin blinks a little stupidly before slowly shaking his head.]

No? That's kind of the whole point. That there are just some things I really want to keep to myself. Telling you would kind of defeat that.

[He takes another drink, almost draining the glass.]

But nice try, though.

I wasn't trying to pry into your memories, I promise. I just didn't know if you wanted to speak about those that you thought might be out there.

( he shakes his head. )

It was just an offer. Don't worry, I'm not going to try and poke into your head for whatever you might have in there.

Jesus, no. I don't want to talk about the memories I don't want people to see. But, fuck. There are memories, my memories, about pretty intimate things out there. I got one of them back? But... there's really no telling how many of them are still there, you know?

[It could be his whole life, cut down in to small pieces and littered all over town. It could be all of his low points, all of the things he never wanted anyone to see and he would never know.

He drains the glass, holding it out to Ambrose for more.]

Doesn't it bother you? That people here might be seeing all kinds of things about you?

Of course it bothers me. Of course. But, what am I going to do about it, Quentin? They're out there and I can't really go around picking up rocks to see if it's mine? Who knows what I'll see?

( maybe it would be one of quentin's memories that he doesn't want anyone to see. )

What else am I going to do? Go out and step on the rocks and break them?

Hey! That might not be a bad idea. Put on mittens and just-- throw them all in the lake.

[He waggles the glass.]

Why the hell not?

I thought about that but —

( he stops to take a drink before sighing. )

What if you toss something that someone might want to see? The memory of a lost loved one or something?

Shit. You're right, but--

[Quentin rubs at his face before leaning back on one hand on the bed, staring out the window.]

They'd never know, though.

But you would.

( ambrose looks over at him. )

Can you deal with that?

Maybe. I don't know. I've dealt with worse and lived with it.

[Not by much, but still. It's memories and they're not lost, people won't miss them if they all just disappear. What are they even for? Were they inside the exploding spirits?]

Could you?

I could but I wouldn't like it.

( and he'd think about it constantly. it would bother him but he'd be able to live with it. )

And if I ran into that person who the memory belonged to, I'd feel even worse.

We wouldn't even have to watch them, you know.

[What if his memory about dying is out there? Or what happened when Julia learned magic and trapped him in his worst nightmare. Or about the Midtown Mental Health Clinic.]

Or, we drink until I forget why I even want to throw them all away in the first place.

See, now that sounds like a solid plan.

( drinking: it solved everything. )

I am good with drinking until I can't remember my name.

Sure, why the hell not.

[Because really? Quentin has enough memories in his head with just his own life. Lives? Whatever, and now there's even more people's lives rattling around in there and he holds out his glass for a refill.]

I'm not sure that's even remotely possible, but hey. We can try.

And trying is half the battle.

( was that how the saying went? he doesn't care, he's more concerned with refilling his glass and quentin's. )

Let's try, my friend.

To trying.

[Quentin clinks his glass to Ambrose's, taking a long drink before blinking rapidly.]

Okay, so it's not the worst thing I've had in my mouth? But it's up there. Geez, this isn't very good. How can it even be... bitter and too sweet at the same time?

Alcohol is a mysterious thing. This, I think, is just intended to get you drunk.

( so, drink up, quentin. )

It's cheap and strong for a reason.

So. You're suggesting that the spirits or whoever is bringing in supplies-- they know? That we'll want to get blind drunk and just... supplied it?

[He downs the rest if the drink like a shot and refills his glass with a small shrug.]

Why not. After what? Twenty, or twenty-five groups coming through, they must know how we react pretty well by now. Jesus. This is even worse than when Jules- my friend Julia, she-- here was a party and for some reason she just. She mixed something coconut-y with grapefruit juice and margarita mix. It was really fucking bad.

I absolutely think they'd do something to get us all drunk and maybe lower our inhibitions so they can...

( ambrose shrugs a shoulder and looks down into his drink. )

You don't think it's a good way to get us all drunk and on our back foot so they can take advantage?

Fuck...

[Quentin might be paranoid on most days, but this never even occurred to him. But now that Ambrose mentions it?

He takes another swallow of alcohol.]

Maybe? To slow us down, or to just... you know, maybe? Maybe they're doing it to kill us all and- and now they're dying and our memories are inside them? That's pretty fucking weird. And creepy.

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