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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Naminé waited, taking a small step away as the memories settled into place. She had seen this process before and knew that it might take time for Solider to orient himself. This wasn't a perfect place but she'd give him whatever time he needed.

When he finally spoke, Naminé smiled in return. "I know how much you like nicknames. They must have been special to you. I'm glad that you can remember them."

"Kept mixing them up. Every time I. Came from the Chair." Soldat rubs at their forehead with the flesh hand, as if trying to scrub away the strange feeling. "Got their names wrong. Poor kids. They deserved a hell of a lot better than I could give 'em."

They pull out their tablet finally to check the time. Damn, they lost... more than they'd hoped, doing that. "Naminé. Thanks. For the stone, and the memory. I, uh. Sorry you had to hear... all that." Meaning the Asset and the Sergeant. Who are both quiet again, thank goodness.

The chair. It sounded incredibly ominous and brought to mind the chair that she often sat at. It wasn't a happy place and while she had no idea what Soldier had really been through, she could imagine that it had been painful for him.

"They deserved to be remembered." She smiled confidently at him. "And you gave them that. I know it doesn't seem like much but it is."

She shook her head, attempting to quell any uncertainty. "It's alright. I promise. I want to be here for you. Whatever you need, okay?"

She would have gotten glimpses of the Chair when rifling through their memories: reclining, metal restraints for the arms, the round halo overhead and metal headpieces that would come down around the face. Always regarded with a sense of horror and dread.

(Technician. Asshole. She's just a kid. Leave her alone. No. Technician. We'll worry about it later, Sergeant.)

"Thanks." They give her a wan little smile. "They're. We think they're pieces of me, from the past. The Sergeant, from the war. The Asset, from HYDRA. If you hear my accent go funny, might be the Sergeant. If I stop, uh. Using complete sentences, it's probably the Asset." The smile fades into something more serious. If the Asset is going to insist she have technician status, that puts her at risk. "Naminé. If that happens. If I go very emotionless and talk about orders or mission. Or I call you a technician, out loud. I need you to run away. Okay?"

Naminé blinked, her expression earnest and surprised at Soldiers serious manner. "Alright. I will run. I promise." That didn't mean she had the skill or the ability to get away from him but she'd keep herself safe, for her own sake and for those she cared about. She didn't want to hurt him or cause him any trouble.

"I don't mind them though. That is, hearing them. They care about you too."

"Sarge, maybe. The Asset is just anger and fear, not sure it knows how to care about anything but staying alive. And while it might respect a technician, it's thrown them into walls, too. Don't want that to happen to you." And it probably won't chase after a technician clearly running away from it. They're like 90% sure.

(No. I hope that means you're agreeing with me.)

Soldat picks themselves up from the tree stump. "I gotta finish my patrol. Want me to walk ya back to the hotel, or you got somewhere you're headed?" Since the patrol is heading that way, now.

Naminé nodded her head, her expression solemn. "I understand. I won't let you hurt me." She smiled then. "I'll be safe and if you need me again, I'm here, okay?" She hadn't know the soldier long but he was Sora's friend and... she did feel safe with him.

He was her friend.

"I'm going back to the inn but it isn't far. I can make it alone so you can finish your patrol."

Soldat considers the virtues of walking her back, anyway, and just doing part of their patrol at a trot instead of a walk, so she won't have to walk it alone. They're already halfway back to downtown, though, and running means being less likely to spot opals if there are any around.

And the spirits are all being friendly, right now. She'll be safe. "If you're sure."

"Yeah. If something happens I'll call you first." She smiled confidently. "I know that you're nearby."

Naminé turned and headed off towards the Landmark before Soldier could argue or insist to come with her. She didn't want to be a bother and they were close enough that all she needed to do was get to the lit path and follow it back to the Landmark. It was an area she's walked countless times before now.

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