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 looks at her, surprised. Then into the middle distance, thinking. "You ask me just enough. I tell you everything I want to tell you. Me holding stuff back isn't your fault. So don't say that, okay? You're doing fine."

... But. "I already tell you about everything important. Like Valentine's Day and Times Square. And lots and lots of people." Everything else... he shakes his head. "Everything else is just more of that. Anger and fear and hurt. You've had enough of that." It's not like it's ever done anything but hurt people. And Sora's always been fine with carrying some hurt around. All it's ever done is hurt.

It didn't feel like she was doing this right but she had no reason to argue with Sora. Her only reasoning was that this was how she felt and Naminé wasn't sure if how she felt was right. She'd spent so long accepting that she could feel and then wrestling with those foreign sensations that they continued to baffle her.

"I like it, when you tell me thing. Good and bad." She looked up at him and found the strength to smile. "Because good and bad, I want to know you Sora. Even your darkness and when I find mine, I want to tell you about it too."

"Would that be okay?"

... Naminé, you never fail to surprise him. "Like... do you mean a trade?" Sora thinks about it for a moment. Well, it makes people feel better when they share their pain with others, right? It's just that Sora never does, because. Well. It just doesn't really hurt. Not really. It's better in his heart, locked away so it doesn't hurt anyone else, right?

But. If this is what she wants? And if that's what it takes for her to keep sharing things like what happened in Castle Oblivion, then... Maybe it can be useful for this one important thing. That's okay, isn't it?

"Okay. Yeah, that's okay." He smiles at her, lightly. "As long as you feel like you can keep sharing things with me." He'll always be careful, or at least he'll try his best. He won't be perfect, but he'll try.

She knew that Sora wasn't going to share everything with her. Sensitive topics like this took time, trust and understanding. They were close in a sense but it's only been a little over a month since they've met and Naminé knew that in the grand scheme of things, that wasn't a lot of time.

She was willing to put in the time, to put in whatever it took.

"It's a deal." She smiled then and held out her hand as if to shake on it. "I want to. Maybe not here but when it's safe and just the two of us." She knew where his room was and might even wake him up whenever she has a bad dream and can't sleep. They just needed a first step but it didn't have to be today. "Then, when you're ready. We can talk about the memory. Okay?"

Maybe one day she'd truly understand him.

A handshake, huh. That's very official. Sora raises his eyebrows, then smiles, taking her hand in both of his. "Deal. When it's just the two of us. You've gotta remember it's a trade, though. Bring me whatever makes you sad or angry, okay?"

He sincerely doubts she'll know everything about him. It's 18 years he's done his best to make peace with, after all. He's been alive for a while, now. But she'll have most of the good. And he'll be careful with the bad. And her willingness to want to know things about him means the absolute world to him. If that's all she ever knows about him, then he thinks he'd be perfectly happy with that.

"Yes!" She shook his hand once and then pulled him into a hug. She hugged him a lot more often lately but she made sure to make the hug linger for a few extra seconds. Naminé then released him and stepped back.

"I will tell you. I mean... I can't think of anything right now." She was trying to hard. "But when I do, I will."

Aw, good. He'll get off this knee so he can put her against his chest. It's nice to know there's someone to talk to... She must feel the same way, right?

"There's no rush. Take your time." He's in no rush. Two years doesn't matter at all if he'd intended for this to die with him, anyway. It's all on her, and what she needs to share with him.

"You too." She smiled and gave him another quick hug before pulling away. She'd never really had a friend before, not even the Sora she had met in Castle Oblivion had really been a friend but now she had one and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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might be good for a fadeout on this one too!

I think so too!

yeehaw!

<3 & End