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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It was, yeah. Confusing, and yeah... not good. It wasn't good for a while.

[Not that it's much better now. But hey, dealing with shit life throws at him is kind what Quentin does. He rubs his face.]

So, yeah. I might look young, but I remember growing old. Jesus, we got so old by the end. Not as old as you, but you know. Getting there. At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore.

[Stone has to agree, looking wry.]

Being old is pretty awful. Well, this kind of old. You know, my species doesn't actually get the weak, losing weight, tired thing until we're about a year out from actually dying. So a year and a half ago, I was the biggest, strongest Aeriat in the court.

[He misses that.]

You only get a year?

[Quentin smiles, because-- wow, unfair.]

I remember growing old. The aches and pains, how everything just seemed to take forever. How time went faster. How a year seemed to just go by in the blink of an eye, that kind of thing. Just-- sleeping outside on the daybed? It was hell after, oh, I think after we turned fifty? Somewhere around that time, and sleeping outside would just murder my back.

[He stretches, for no other reason than because he can and it's still painless.]

That's one thing I don't miss.

One year of actually being old. We start to fade earlier. I went gray a hundred turns before I actually aged.

[He considers the idea of starting to actively hurt so early-- if Quentin lived into his 90s, and he started hurting at 50... shit, that's so terribly inefficient.]

I still sleep outside sometimes. I'd do it more if there were any decent trees around here. That sounds terrible.

I never went grey, just white. I remember it a little, the hair.

[For... no reason.]

You sleep in trees? Sure, I mean, like in a nest? And yes, it was, so getting to be twenty-six again was... a relief. In a way. To be young again. On the other hand, there's a lot of things that are easier when you're young.

No, in actual trees. A tree. We have something in the forests of the Reaches called mountain trees. One tree can be as big around as....

[He looks around the area, estimating.]

The entire bonfire square and all the buildings around it, all the way to the river on one side and the church on the other. Raksura live inside them, and we make garden platforms on the branches. They're plenty big enough for me to hang upside-down by my tail even inside.

[Shit, he misses the colony tree. Like a lot.]

You're like this huge, dragon-y ewok.

[Quentin says, sounding awed and a little amused. Where ever Stone came from, it sounds amazing and fantasy-like, and like somewhere with a ton of history. Somewhere where fairy tales might come from, except for the whole 'huge dragons' part.]

Sorry, that's just-- wow, I wished I could see it, you know? Just. You make it sound pretty good, like somewhere kind of cool and amazing.

[Stone makes a thoughtful rumble, and digs around in his pockets, then produces another opal.]

Here. This has an outside view of the colony tree in it. Moon and I were out on a platform, and there was another one on a nearby branch with Arbora working on it. You can kind of see the scale of these trees, that way.

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