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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There's a lot to unpack there. Not only did the Nazi science division apparently survive the second World War, but they had the technology to brainwash people into trained killers. He assumes technology, anyway, but it could be something else. Something that makes people live a lot longer than they're supposed to.

"Were they trying to continue the war? What would they still have to gain?" Unless Soldat's world is actually run by Nazis, or something. "And speaking of the war, you don't exactly look like you're in your 60s or 70s." Or older, probably.

"Cryofreeze," Soldat explains first, a little wearily. "Whenever I wasn't training or on a mission, I'd be in cold storage." And as if that wasn't enough to add to the big pile of things that need unpacking, they tackle the other question: "HYDRA wanted. Order. And order only comes through pain. Ah, fuck." They actually wince at the HYDRA slogan popping right out of their mouth, and rub at their forehead with the flesh thumb. "Sorry. They were shitheads, if you couldn't tell. Were after world domination. I never really believed it, exactly, just did what they told me to because I didn't remember any better."

So Soldat didn't actually survive all those years, they just skipped them. Did a kind of leap-frog through time. Meaning they're sort of stuck in two different ages, aren't they? Must be pretty jarring.

It's pretty obvious to Gregor that order only comes through pain is something that Soldat just has memorized. Even still, the phrase alone makes his expression harden. Order and control through force and fear, he's dealt with those types before. A bit like cockroaches, really; their ideology refuses to stay down, and there's always more of them eventually. They eradicate anything they don't like or understand, anything that poses a threat. The only appropriate response is to eradicate them first.

"Never understood the world domination thing. What's the goal afterwards? Just sit there? All that hate has to find some kind of outlet eventually." But that's neither here nor there. "I noticed you said were. Does that mean they're gone?"

Yeah, you're not the only one, buddy. It was a great excuse for punishing the erratic, disorderly Asset. For a long time, they'd even believed it was for their own good. They needed order, and order only came through pain. Now it just makes them sick.

Nobody ever told Soldat what the end goal was. Just that humanity would get "the freedom it deserves", whatever that means. Considering the people saying it, probably nothing good. "Probably not gone," they admit. "But they took a blow the day I died. They made a try for that world domination thing, and it blew up in their faces. Three flying aircraft carriers with hundreds of guns each, and an algorithm to target anyone who was a threat to HYDRA. All exploded. So they're not secret anymore."

Yeah, Gregor's never put much stock in order. At the end of the day, someone else is at the top of that hierarchy, and they'll follow their own interests instead of yours. Doesn't really sit right with him. But then, he was never brainwashed to think otherwise.

Flying aircraft carriers. Huh. He can't imagine one of those things getting airborne, but he's probably just thinking about it wrong. They wouldn't just be huge ships with wings slapped on them, now would they?

"Good. Now they're down their greatest assets and completely exposed." He doesn't realize there's any attachment to one of those words. "Best case scenario, all things considered." Assuming they didn't like, wipe out a country first.

Yeah, hard to think about one's own interests when one has no real idea what those interests are, and hard to question authority when you're programmed not to. And even than, sometimes they'd managed to do something, even if it was just throw a technician across the room or bite someone.

Greatest assets. Har har. Soldat manages not to groan at that. Instead, they just say grimly, "Lost me, too. Can't be their goddamn Asset if I'm dead. Rather be here than there, any day."

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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