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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[Naminé is silently and nearly on the verge of tears when she feels Sora's arms wrap around her shoulders. The damn breaks and she trembles as her arms wrap around his waist, her face burying into his chest as she feels the overwhelming tightness in her chest slowly lift with Sora's support.]

Thank you Sora.

[She rubs her nose against his chest and he get some tears on his shirt.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be sad.

I should be happy with what I have but... I always hoped for more.

There's room for both. There's gotta be.

[ There has to be room for being grateful for what you have and wanting something better, more perfect. That's a part of having a heart, after all. Hoping for something that may not be real.

He'll eventually start swaying them back and forth, mostly for both of them to have something to focus on. He finds that soothing, at least. ]

I know how that feels. I really, really do.

[ Meeting Riku again, whole and unmerged with another person (whom he liked in his own way, really he did, but Dante wasn't him), was an impossible dream. Impossible dreams don't hurt. They're never supposed to. They just never happen.

He knows how that feels. To know that the best he can do is to only sort of have what he wants when the thing he actually wants is just out of reach. ]

It's fine to be sad. [ And he'll keep going on this sort of rhythm until he starts saying sort of wordless nothings that he isn't sure is actually addressing the hurt anymore. He just wants to give her the time to cry it out and know that's okay. ]

[Naminé is silent as she leans against Sora and lets the flood of tears fall. This is the first time she doesn't try to stop herself or hold herself back and she feels the years of isolation, fear and desperation swell within her before pouring down her cheeks. She's been holding it all in all this time, trying her best to be strong.

Minutes pass and she quiets, raising a hand to descretly brush the tears from her cheek.]

Thank you, Sora.

[She's never cried like that or had someone who let her feel safe enough to cry.]

I want both. Even if it's selfish and even if it's only in Beacon. I want to feel new things and live and... have more but I'm so happy... to have met you and to have lived at all.

[ Sora smiles. It's a lot to hear that, yeah, especially in Beacon, but... he sort of gets that. He feels as alive here as he does anywhere else. He just doesn't feel any need to think about being dead.

He's just far from home. He's always been far from home. What's one more degree of separation? Especially when a little piece of home is this close. ]

Well, here's the deal. [ He pulls back a little, pulling hair away from her face so she can wipe a little more easily. (In a second, he's going to wipe her face with his sleeve. Gee, he does do that, doesn't he? ] What if I try to make it so you get to have more moments where you get to smile? As many as you like.

[Naminé smiles as Sora's sleeve wipes the remaining tears from her cheeks. Her palms cup her face a moment later, trying to cool the heat that tints her face red.] Really? Yes. I would like that very much.

[He has a talent for making her smile.]

Thank you Sora. I'm sorry for being such a bother.

[ooc: this feels close to wrapping up. Thoughts?]

Then you should tell me about everything that makes you smile, okay? Whenever you think about it. [ And he cups his own hands over hers and sort of squishes her face? It's funny, okay. ] And you have to be a bother. You know me, I'm kinda dopey. Get my attention, okay?

[ ooc: sure! he would have probably brought up here that the memory knocked him out for like five minutes and gave him uuuuh a little bit of pain that happened for kind of hours and then proposed that she helped him with the rest of them 8)b all good otherwise! ]

Okay! [She smiles.] To start, hanging out with you makes me smile and hearing about the cities and people from where you lived.

[Naminé likes the dopey Sora.]

I will. No matter where you go, I'll come find you Sora.

Thank you, Naminé. [ And that means a lot, especially for someone who's been chasing people down all his life. ] I'll stay close. Promise.

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