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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Jason returns the look with a smile of his own. Six is very different from sixteen, thank you. Per the exchange, Jason offers back Soldat's opal as well. He makes sure to take the other opal with the towel he had used earlier.

"At least two others...as of right now anyway," Jason says. He glances at his bag, "Though one of them is back in my room." He turns his attention to Soldat's general direction, not really making eye contact or anything. "You did? Nico never really talked about his original time much. I think it reminds him too much of his sister." Among other painful things, well, Soldat had gotten most of it. That was really the first and only time Nico had talked about some of those things and most of it had been shouting. He'd heard more of the story from Percy, but that hadn't exactly pleased Nico at the time.

"I only have pieces, still, and not very many of them. But I know I fought in the second world war. Crowley told me the years that took place." They offer Jason his opal back. If the other Nico memories don't mention the 30s, they're probably safe to not view them. Even if they're curious. "Who was Cupid? And." Their brows come together a little. "What was that crush business about?"

Look, coming from the 1930s, clearly they're missing some modern slang.

Jason returns the opal to his bag, considering the information Soldat had just shared. So he was from around the same time as Nico. That was interesting, though Jason didn't know what to do with that information. It wasn't like he had memories of Nico in the 30s to share and Nico certainly hadn't been the type to talk about his past much. Honestly, if the son of Hades were here, he'd probably get along fairly well with someone like Soldat.

It's weird to be asked about Cupid. Of all the gods, Jason would have figured that name would be fairly common, but he has to remind himself that Soldat doesn't have all of his memories and it sounded like most of what he had was related to war and fighting.

"Cupid's the god of love. In the memory, he was making Nico confess to his feelings about Percy." Jason feels suddenly protective of Nico and the memory he shared. He knows it is too late now and he knows Nico is more open about it, but having just re-lived the memory recently himself he recalls very clearly the look of fear and self-loathing Nico had carried with him. Being gay wasn't an easy thing for Nico to come to terms with and it was why he'd hidden his feelings for Percy for so long in the first place.

Yeah, most of mythology is a big black hole for Soldat, sadly. They really need reintroduced to it. Also, it takes them a minute to combine "feelings for" with god of love with jealous of the girl. Then they blink. "Oh. Right, okay." That makes sense. So does the fear, actually. "You know. People used to get arrested for that. Back in our time. Was just considered wrong by pretty much everybody. So I can see it being hard to say out loud. Even admit to himself, maybe."

There may be a bit of sympathetic understanding, there, to be honest, though Soldat is not entirely sure where it comes from. It's just a feeling unmoored from context. Weird. (Look original Bucky Barnes may or may not be gay, but he clearly loved Steve a whole hell of a lot.)

Jason nods. He was aware of that. Though perhaps didn't have the same appreciation for that fact that, say, someone from the actual time period would have. But he knows it had been difficult for Nico to admit it, first to himself and then to anyone else. Jason was glad he was able to be more himself now, especially since he was openly dating Will.

"We've fought a lot of other monsters since that encounter...but I honestly think that was one of Nico's hardest battles. He's...stronger for it now and I think he's happier too."

"Good. That's real good." Poor kid. Being out of time like that must have been pretty terrible. (Awaiting orders. Asset, c'mon, pal. No. Awaiting orders. Think it's making a point, Sergeant. Hrm. Just don't know what the point is. You an' me both.)

Soldat shakes their head a little. "I think your memories might be too. Fantastical. To really help jog mine. I killed a lot of people, but. None of 'em had wings or could summon bone armies. It's a nice thought, though, thank you."

"Heh. Maybe so," Jason admits. He knows that his memories only get stranger or, as Soldat put it, more fantastical from there. "It was worth a shot though I think...so you're welcome," he adds. He had wanted to be helpful after all.

"Definitely worth it. You're very kind to share." Jason even gets another smile. "I'll see you Friday. Yeah? Need to get dinner, and then Misty will be expecting me." New memories or not, the schedule must be kept. At least dinner won't take long, and they can be on their way to see if their handler needs anything tonight. ... then probably more searching for memories before bed, most likely.

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