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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Yes. I haven't found any of my own, only other people's. But I've also been avoiding picking them up where I can.

[Ambrose's was just obnoxiously sparkling at him for hours.]

Someone out there is probably collecting them.

That would give them...quite the bit of blackmail information.

( ambrose doesn't really care if some of his memories come to light but he knows that can't be the case for everyone. e)

It would be powerful in certain hands.

That's what I was thinking. Everyone has something in their past they'd rather no one knew about. So far I haven't found that for anyone else, but I'm not sure why these are the memories that were chosen to be encased in stone to begin with. Neither of mine are related to each other, and one isn't very interesting either.

I can't think of anything that might be seen in mine that I would...I don't know, that I would do anything for anyone for but perhaps it just hasn't happened yet.

( or maybe there's something that he's just overlooking or ignoring that might pop up the next time someone comes to find him with a memory. )

I wonder if that's the play. To try and turn us against each other eventually.

Maybe. I thought that when all the Graves showed up, since there were a few desperately protecting theirs so no one would see how they died. But it didn't end up causing a rift between us.

It could be something benign, maybe the spirits think we want to see these things. Assuming they're behind it. They definitely don't seem to understand anything about us.

Who else could be behind it if not those annoying things that live in the woods?

( were there other annoying things that lived in the woods? )

I don't know if any of us has the power to create such a spectacle?

They're not behind the lanterns and that's vaguely similar. But I agree they're the most likely.

Maybe they think it's fun to see our reactions.

Well, I can't really argue with that. If I were them, I might do something similar. Get my entertainment while also testing reactions.

( two birds with one stone and all that. )

So they can manipulate us later? So far our reactions to almost everything hasn't been favorable.

But if that's really what they're trying then they're showing remarkable dedication.

Well, is there really much else to do here? We're all stuck in a town and sure, things keep popping up but it's not like we can jet down to the nearest big city for fun.

( they were some kind of dead and they were here. ambrose thinks he might take any advantage he could. )

It's not so far fetched an idea.

[Does this look like someone who knows how to have fun Ambrose?]

No, it's not. I'd hoped for something a little more meaningful than 'because they were bored' however.

( don't challenge ambrose to show you have to have fun, man! )

You've never done anything just because you were bored?

( live a little! )

I'm never bored. There's always plenty to do.

[Training. Meditating. Playing Sudoku for ten hours straight...]

And if I was I wouldn't entertain myself by tormenting others.

You don't get bored?

( you're a better person than ambrose is! )

I need your focus, man.

A few decades of training and concentration and it becomes easy to see every moment as an opportunity.

The downside, I suppose, is there's no way to turn that off.

[He wouldn't know how to relax if his life depended on it.]

Do you sleep?

( you sound scarily intense and all. )

Please tell me you sleep.

Sometimes.

[Is he joking? His frosty facade gives away nothing.]

You're terrifying.

( that's a compliment. )

Thank you.

[He'll take it as one.]

I'll let you know should I find another stone of yours.

Thanks.

( he nods and then gives a quick salute to the guy in gratitude. )

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