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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[ Sora tilts his head in surprise, but takes the change in the conversation's direction in stride. (Is coincidence the same as a reason? Being in the right place in the right time? Sora doesn't think so, but he's not sure if he believes in fate or destiny as much these days, either.) ]

Oh! Oh, uh. [ There's a second where he holds himself back, thinking. HM. ] She had red hair, right? And a little yellow fish named Flounder? [ Sora pauses. ] Uh, what was her name?

[ It seems that memories of the past can be fractured or downright faulty for someone who's been reincarnated. That's what Somnus assumes in passing when Sora struggles to recall it. The very concept of rebirth is a bit strange to him. ]

Ariel.

[ This is a bit of an awkward four second pause. Sora's face is usually in the midst of some kind of expression - a huge grin, a frown as he tries to figure out what's going on, embarrassment, and so on - but this is four seconds where there's nothing at all. Addressing him in this moment will come to nothing.

He shakes himself out of it after a moment. ]

Ariel. [ He says it to himself, shaking his head softly. ] Well, if that that doesn't beat all. Man, I wish that... [ He shakes his head again. ] That's so funny. Thank you. Did you like it there?

[ Somnus waits patiently, only to cant his head toward Sora. How is that funny?

And wish what?

This time, it's Somnus' turn to take a moment for himself as he considers his vicarious experience in the realm under the sea. Words can't describe the exact feeling when he attempts to reach for it without Sora's influence. He doesn't know if he liked it, per se. As much as it felt natural from Sora's point of view, it was just so far removed from that to which Somnus is accustomed. ]

It was different.

[ He settles for this, saying nothing about the decisions made by important persons from the aquatic kingdom. That's a whole other can of eels. ]

[ None of that is relevant to the conversation! And Sora's not interested in wasting Somnus' time. ]

Different, huh. Not a lot of mermaids where you're from? [ A smile. It's a joke. ] Not callow ones, huh. What's that mean? Callow.

[ Hard to waste the time of a dead, aimless man. But no, there was no such thing as a person with a fish tail for legs. ]

Naive. Her actions bespoke the absence of discipline.

[ She gets it from her father, who's equally emotional when it comes to decision-making. Stubborn personalities collide, no matter how much they love one another. ]

[ Sora will have his complexes nonetheless! He'll roll that word around for a little bit. ]

Callow, naive. No discipline. [ He does remember a bit about her father, but besides that and some of the music, he's never really had much to remember about the place. There was a sea witch? Apparently? A huge one? ] Man, I wish I knew what you were talking about. I really miss her. We should talk more about it next week.

[ Talk about it? ]

The means lies within your grasp. Why not relive the memories for yourself?

[ Surely it’ll be better than hearing it secondhand from him. ]

[ Sora grasps the pocket where the stone is, as though pondering the idea for a moment... then shakes his head. ]

Not worth it. Not yet.

[ He tilts his head. How does he explain this...? Probably by explaining the problem without actually explaining too much of the cause. If it's relevant to Somnus, he'll ask. ]

You were probably in there for a while, huh? [ There's about a week's worth of information in there on top of the half-hour-ish Somnus was allowed just to explore. ] I'll pass out here in Beacon if I try the same thing you did. I won't be able to see or hear anything for a real long while. Definitely for at least as long as you were in there, probably much longer.

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