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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Like a magical word? A spell? A sacred place to put it and all of magic will flow through it and that will open the memories of your people?

[Okay, so maybe? Quentin has read too many fantasy novels.]

How did you get it?

[Please don't hurt him, Duster is the Team Normal.]

I stole it. From an old castle. It was lying there in a secret room, looking important, and I was supposed to take it back to the village.

Oh...

[And since Duster still has the egg-- maybe he died before he could bring it back.]

I touched a fertilized dragon egg once. It, uh, it made me a little crazy. It's-- so, there's this whole myth about dragons and all these weird stories about dragon eggs, but it turns out that people go nuts over them, because the baby dragon is making them. To keep itself safe.

[He shrugs.]

You could always ask for books about it, from your world. If the market comes back, because they say they can get you anything.

[Duster opens his mouth and promptly shuts it. All that teaches him is to be grateful that he hadn't met any dragon babies on the islands.]

Then...it's not a dragon. I think. I've been carrying it around everyone and I feel fine.

I think.

[Except for the time he lost his memories, but that was just once. Alright, twice, if you include the memory wipe of all of those that arrived to Tazmily.]

If there is a book, I don't know what it would be called. If the Night Market could bring people over, I'd ask for Leder, but...we're stuck figuring it out by ourselves.

[He looks at the Egg one more time before returning it to the pouch.]

Well. What could go wrong?

[It really is a pretty egg, but Quentin's egg-crazed days are long gone. As is the dragon egg and pregnant Poppy, who despite looking harmless and maybe a little nerdy, was pretty damn evil. Or at least, very self-centered.]

Go wrong with what? Sitting on the egg?

I was thinking of asking for a book, but if one of us should sit on the egg, I'm not stopping them.

Do you want me to... sit on your egg? And also, yes? Plenty of things could go wrong. I mean, I asked one question and I was spitting out pink bubbles for more than a month.

[He frowns at Quentin for a moment.] Please don't actually.

...Pink bubbles don't sound that bad. It's just something harmless for a month, right?

Someone else turned blue. Other people... I don't know what happened to them exactly, but. They stayed away for a long time. They didn't come to dinner at the Invincible, and-- and that says something? I don't know what but it's not something as stupid and harmless as pink bubbles.

[That the pink bubbles came around the same time as Quentin freaking out about Eliot dying, was probably also a part of why they had felt less harmless than it sounds. There's really nothing like screaming out your hurt and grief, only to watch the pink bubbles float away on the wind.]

Dr Ingram made other people ask for him. Because something happened to him the first time. Maybe you should ask him before making deals with the vendors?

I mean...

[Just how dangerous can it be? Was it more humiliating than anything? Does Duster have enough dignity to worry about embarrassing himself in front of everyone?]

If I went through the hallucinations, I think I can ask anything Will wants.

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