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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Hm.

[Well that sure doesn't seem like what he saw. Very suspicious.]

And you were reuniting?

[Kuai remembers the content, it seems, without the context. His own thoughts and emotions must not have sunk in memorably for him. That's good - that's actually an immense relief. He's just not comfortable with sharing so much.]

Well... Yes, but any good will he ever felt toward me was simply because he thought he could use me and my presumed support to his benefit.

[Maybe a far more cynical take than necessary. Doflamingo had genuinely been glad to see him return, and he knows it. He just can't help but be bitter about everything now.]

[The underhanded manipulation of their meeting is totally lost on Kuai. He saw only two people reuniting after a long while and not knowing what to say to each other. Perhaps they had fought long ago, something was off about it, but being someone unused to subterfuge he often can't spot it.]

I see.

Did whatever you were planning work? The reason for making your presence known to him.

[He might not have been able to grasp what was going on fully, but he understood enough to know there was a purpose for being there beyond a reunion between two brothers.]

[Did it work, ultimately? He has to actually think on that. So much of what he had been trying to do for those long years was erased in a moment by Vergo. But enough got back to Sengoku, to Tsuru who hunted his brother ruthlessly with the intel on his location.

Besides, yes. He did infiltrate the group for years. Clearly, it worked and he's being as hard on himself as he always does. He levels his eyes with Kuai's, then nods slowly.]

My brother is a criminal. He made me his second-in-command when I returned to his side. I'd say it worked better than I had expected.

I'm sorry you had to do that. It should not be that way between siblings.

[He knows that far too well with his own. But Rosinante was far stronger than Kuai, he didn't think he could lie to his brother even now. Even with all he'd done and the hatred between them. Somehow, Kuai would find a way to redeem him.]

You did what you thought was right though, and that's far more than most. Especially under such circumstances.

I had to. I was the only one who could have.

[The only one able to worm his way in, for Doflamingo would have been far more suspicious of anyone else in the entire world. It was hard, yes, but not always for the reasons Kuai implies - for while he does still harbor some tiny amount of love for his brother, it's for the boy he survived with and not the horror he became soon after. Nostalgia, not true affection.]

But now I'm here. So I don't know they'll do.

And now we have nothing but time to dwell on the past. Especially with situations like this that continually remind us of who we were, what we lost.

Along with giving us views into others' as well.

[Views that he would rather not have. But if nothing else he can't deny he's actually learning a lot more about the people he's trapped with.]

How many of these stones have you found?

Haven't kept count. A few. Even some of my own.

[He's found twelve stones. Some duplicates. Most he ended up handing back despite not originally intending to, but most didn't reveal secrets worth filing for the long term. With no benefit in keeping them, it seemed more suitable to give them back. The few he retained are sorted in his box and will be held more securely once he returns to The Invincible.]

How about you?

I've found none of my own, which I think is strange. But I've only gathered a few so far. One of which fell out of the roof of the Invincible and hit me.

[And also happened to be the most horrific of any he found. Maybe there's something to that.]

I'd hoped perhaps someone would find one of mine that wasn't terrible. But if they have, they haven't returned it.

Well, I'll let you know if I manage to.

[He lights a cigarette on his lantern, then stands from the crouch he'd adopted to keep Kuai from having to crane his neck too hard. He has more stones to search for and this seems as good a moment as any to break away from having to discuss his own memory farther. It seems Kuai is content with the minimal explanation he'd gotten and Rosinante is fine with keeping it that way.]

Message me if you find any more of mine, as well. I'd like to make sure the spirits don't end up with them.

[he nods, turning to go.]

Let me know should you find any belonging to the spirits themselves. That might prove most informative.

I've been hoping to, but no luck yet. I'll let you know.

[Off to hunt stones, then. Later, dude.]

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