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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He'll totally take it as a compliment, too, with an incline of his head. "I would just chalk it up to doing as I am accustomed to do, but I suppose you have a point."

He itches to finally break his silence and tell Rosinante something of what happened with Dr. Solis, but now's not quite the time. There's a lot going on. But it comes to mind, if only because he wants to talk about something else besides memories - and also bolster his efforts toward befriending this intelligent fellow by offering him a scrap that no one else is privy to...

Ah, maybe later. When things calm down and the ferry comes. "Then, have you learned anything enlightening by finding this stone? Or am I to simply cast it aside, and focus on keeping the ones brought to me that feature my wife? You may look at one of those if you like. I have no pictures of her otherwise, as some do with their phones."

"You don't want to keep it?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Weird, but all right. Tossing it means someone else will probably find it and that seems like an odd choice to him, but he doesn't have any use for it that he can think of.

"Either way, I wouldn't mind getting to see your wife, with how highly you speak of her."

There's a lake out there where things go to die...

"I don't need to remember my father," Zihuan says easily, honestly. "My filial duty ended in death. My wife, on the other hand..."

He has them in a pouch, what probably was meant to be some kind of coin purse in the general store, crocheted and flowery but hey it works. He has to roll each opal in his fingers to figure out which one is which, and then hands Rosinante the one Hughes brought to him, of his fair lady playing her flute. It's quite a nice representation of her, and them, almost as much as their first meeting.

Suit yourself, Cao Pi. Rosinante shrugs and accepts the second opal, content to have the opportunity to learn more.

He comes out of the memory smiling faintly. It's good that some of these people have such vivid memories of pleasant moments and people they loved. Balances out some of the darker things he's come across. "You're very lucky," he comments. "I can tell you care for each other a great deal."

Zihuan nods once in appreciation. Others should love his lady as much as he does. "It is true. I admit that much of the time I remain guarded, so that my feelings do not betray me, but Lady Zhenji is the one true crack in the wall. I cannot hide how I feel about her."

He may consider his father far more of a vulnerability, since that can be used against him, but maybe that's only because unlike some, his wife has never been used that way. Heaven and hell could not save the man who decided to kidnap or assassinate Zhenji around him.

"Shame I'll never meet her myself, but thank you for sharing this," he says as he passes the stone back.

Well, all right, there's probably some slim chance she'll end up here. Sometimes the portal likes to bring in people known to others here - it's a common enough theme. And the fact that it can select from across time, not just space, means there are opportunities for people like Lady Zhenji to arrive after having lived a long and successful life, as opposed to having died young. But given the sort of things that happen in Beacon, Rosinante isn't entirely sure if the second shot at life is one everyone should be subjected to.

Cao Pi takes it and puts it back in the pouch with the others. Chances are good the opal presently stashed in his armor will actually be chucked in the lake and not added to them, but he's not making that decision here and now.

"All things considered," he says dryly, "I would rather no one here got to meet her themselves. This is a small token of good will, I can accept being able to see her face whenever I want now. It's better she stays in the land of the living." And gets to enjoy a nice long stint as Empress Dowager, yes. "Although with the number of memories of her I've collected, there are now a fair number of people who know my dark secret...that I have a soft spot."

It's a much better dark secret than some of the ones around here, not even including himself. Honestly, it's no wonder Cao Pi is making sure he saw this - he'd be handing it out himself.

"It's a good thing," he says. "If people found you intimidating or difficult to speak with, it makes you more approachable. Or if they were put off by how different a time and culture you come from, it's probably something they can relate to."

Aw c'mon man don't reveal all his secret strategies! Cao Pi sniffs a laugh. "I have little care for what others think of me but I suppose, anything in the name of cooperation toward our goal." And yet, he's not about to let that image of his father get around. There's vulnerabilities and then there's vulnerabilities. He turns his back, intending on continuing with his day. "If you find any more of my father, feel free to toss it in the lake. It isn't the dead who need to remember the living."

"Noted." He's not sure he agrees with that statement, and if he finds any more opals with memories like that one he may or may not actually toss them, but. It's the thought that counts.

"And if you come across more of mine, please do return them." He would certainly prefer to keep his in a known location if possible.

"Of course." And he wouldn't even hesitate, even though these stones could give him a glimpse into the tight-lipped commander's world. Savor, and then hand over gladly. He'd want the same from someone he trusts.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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