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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"As much as I'd like that, I think it would be an offer better served to someone else." He's actually not surprised she hasn't noticed; she sounds young, and he finds younger people are the least likely to notice that he's blind. Something about their innocent egocentrism, perhaps it is a matter of less experience, that they can't expect something they hadn't experienced before.

"I'm blind, I couldn't properly appreciate your work." It's said with a wistful tone. "But, if you could draw a friend of mine... I'd like that, all the same." Maybe Ivy would like the picture, maybe it is just a wistful desire to have something physical to hold onto if the worst of worst happens. Either way, it's a nice idea.

"Oh." She paused and then considered his situation. She'd never met someone who was truly blind before but maybe there was a way that she could show him things. "Um. I can draw a friend of yours or I can also show you in another way."

Naminé hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek as she tried to figure out how to offer him her aid without possibly scaring him.

"I can put the memory in your mind. Of us standing here and fill in the picture for you there."

It's a fascinating concept, and a terrifying one. Especially with the green-eyed spirits slinking around, able to infiltrate and control thoughts. Matt has never suffered the worst of it, like Elektra and some others; that doesn't mean he's comfortable with the prospect. No matter how tempting it is to really understand what something — someone — that mattered to him intensely looked like.

So he hesitates. It does say something about his present company, that she'd ask over simply doing as she pleases with his memories, his mind. He thinks distantly of the news coverage on Kilgrave and his ability to control people. He certainly hadn't stopped to ask if his interference was welcome. That kind of forethought means something, what kind of person she is.

Still, he doesn't know enough about her to accept. at least, not yet. He'll have to work his trust up to that point.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," he says, slowly, after a long stretch of thought. He doesn't sound scared, but his answer is still firm. "I don't think I know you well enough yet."

Edited (SORRY hit enter too soon) 2020-03-14 00:31 (UTC)

Naminé shook her head fiercely from side to side and then remembered that he was blind. "No. It's alright. The offer won't go away. You can ask me any time. I want you to be comfortable. Until then, I'm happy to draw for you. If you'd like to give it to someone as a gift."

She would never force another to let her use her powers on them. She knew what she could do and it took a great deal of trust to have that be done willingly. It was entirely within her power to destroy a person's mind. Naminé didn't want that but trust was a lot to ask of anyone.

"I've been drawing the spirits in order to remember them."

"I'll remember that." It's not something he can accept now, even when it's incredibly tempting. Matt does plenty to try and compensate for the fact he can't see, but when asked if he misses it... he can't honestly say he doesn't. He would give just about anything to see again, and a round about way is still tempting, even if it wouldn't be quite the same as seeing himself.

He's just not able to accept it now. In fact, it's a scary thing to imagine agreeing to. It seems like something he could easily become addicted to, given the opportunity.

"I would. If you'd come meet my friend, I think having a picture of them would be nice." He's not sure the spirit has any concept of what it looks like — and even if it isn't now, after the aurora would be good too. Ivy is a curious thing, and asking it to sit for a portrait could be fun. Well, as long as it didn't have to sit still terribly long. "They're watching the races. I'd like having something of them to hold onto, if the worst happens."

Naminé rose to her feet, brushing the back of her skirts before gathering her sketchbook and supplies into her arms. "Yes. I'll follow you back." She hesitated and held out her hand to him. "Do you want to take my hand?"

He seemed okay to talk even while blind but she couldn't help but worry about him.

Matt can get around in the world just fine. And really, he's used to people offering to lead him around, it shouldn't matter that much. He knows it always comes from the right place, or usually does, even if there's something quietly condescending about an adult assuming he can't even walk around without someone to guide him.

He finds nothing condescending about Naminè's offer. In fact, it is endearing, despite all the reasons it shouldn't be. His smile is a little tired, a little strained, a little far away. But it's a smile nonetheless. "Sure. It's not far, I can show you." He shifts his walking stick from one hand to the other and offers the empty one for her to take.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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