EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

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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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Comments

[sunborne]

[ even now, day hesitates a bit when he reaches out but it's now for a completely different reason.

between the wild rollercoaster of knowledge and feelings that he's been experiencing ever since he learned the truth, day finds himself... scared to see this memory? that's the best way to describe the way he frowns for a bit, the way his winglets flick down as if to protect themselves but he doesn't understand why. he knows mr. hughes is a good man. he knows mr. hughes' words can be trusted. he knows there's no reason to feel a sudden bout of doubt and trepidation over the memory of a birthday.

he tells himself that as he reaches out with conviction now. daylight touches the opal-

today just happens to be my darling little elysia’s birthday~”

yeah! my birthday!

-and he later comes out of the experience gasping. the flood of emotions - both his own and from the memory - rush through him and do so with an intensity that leaves him reeling. it's almost(!) causes him to drop the opal in the process but he still has enough sense in him to hold it tight in his servo, close to his chassis.

because day knows something precious when he comes across it. day lets out a half-sob, half-laugh, using his free servo to absentmindedly rub at his optics though he had no ability to shed tears. it just... felt good to do, in between letting out great heaves and chokes and bouts of laughter. ]

You- You loved her a lot. [ day manages to get that out at last, finally able to look at mr. hughes properly after managing to pull himself together. just enough that he can smile at the man, beaming in both joy and sadness. ] Your wife and you Elysia... You loved them so much. I can... I can tell they really, really, really loved you too.

That was one of the... That was a really good memory.

[dadandgone]

[There's a moment where Maes wants to apologize. He hadn't realized how much his own emotions would roll off onto others as they witnessed it. He doesn't exactly know everything about what Day is going through, but he has a sense that if there is anyone here that can appreciate that balancing act between joy and sorrow...it's Day.

After all, wasn't that the feeling he had experienced when sharing Daylight's memory?

Daylight is too big to really give a proper hug or even a pat on the shoulder -- something he tends to do with people -- so he settles for patting the part of Day's leg he can reach in reassurance and empathy.]

Don't worry. I've had similar reactions to some of the memories I've been getting lately of my own family. It can be painful...but it's just so nice to see them smiling too, you know? I'm glad I could share this with you Daylight and I'm glad you could appreciate it.