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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"I understand," he says, nodding. "And I agree that the lack of information is our biggest weakness right now. If what you did was specific to a weakness of hers, then you're right, maybe it isn't relevant. But - maybe it's worth keeping in mind, too. What exactly was needed to reduce her to pieces?"

He probably should've been more specific with his questioning, but it was still a broadly helpful answer. Dismantling a very large creature is, perhaps, not that unlike taking down an organization from within - both are only going to happen if you know exactly where to strike. His job had always been to gather that information, while the others did the actual striking, so he's entirely in agreement with what Jason says.

Jason closes his eyes, thinking back to that day and their plan. "It was a coordinated effort. Once she had emerged from the earth we had to get her air born and keep her away from her source of power. Leo's bronze dragon Festus was able to help get her in the air. I used my control of the wind to construct a cage around her, meanwhile Piper used her charmspeak to put Gaea to sleep." He can't help it, as he describes this he's drawing loose stick figure diagrams in the dirt -- a large stick figure in a circle, a dragon-like figure, a stick figure on the dragon's back and two more floating in the air.

"She resisted at first, but I've never met anyone who's power of persuasion is stronger than Piper's -- she almost put ME asleep and the charmspeak wasn't even directed at me. Once Gaea was asleep she took on a more human form. It wasn't a permanent solution, but that was when Leo used a massive blast of fire and it hit her at the same time as a strike from a strike from one of the Roman onagers blew her into pieces -- enough to scatter her essence."

Jason draws an 'X' over Gaea...and then an 'x' over the dragon as well.

"The blast killed my friend. Earth fell to fire in the end, just like in the prophecy." Leo had taken that out of his hands, it was just too bad that apparently Jason's own brush with death wasn't far off.

"So we had the right information and the right players to make it work. Maybe with these World Eaters...maybe there's a way to find their weakness or make them weaker so an attack would get to them. But we would need to know their weaknesses first and we've already learned that it isn't Nukes..."

The little illustrations really do add something. He nods along as he watches. "Right," he says as Jason trails off.

"This is good, though. That more than a few of you have experience fighting enormous creatures, I mean. There's you with Gaea, there's Cao Pi who fought the monster Orochi. It takes more than throwing heavy weapons like these people did, it takes strategy. The strategy itself will change, but it's good you've done it before."

He hates how hard it is to find the information they need, but they're all certainly persistent. It will come, and they will work together to develop the tactics they need.

Now that Rosinante mentions it, Jason realizes he has a point. Based on everything he'd gathered, prior to the World Eaters the people of this world were not experienced with monsters like that or even smaller, minor ones. They were normal. Of course they would think that throwing a bomb at it would work and call it a day -- not realizing that sometimes creatures like that had special weakness and that was the only way to take them down. Just because it was big, didn't mean you could just go at it with a bigger stick.

"I'll keep that in mind. I haven't really been paying much attention to the information you and some of the others have been gathering, but maybe it's time I start." His priorities had been more immediate concerns involved in the community and individuals and local spirits. Perhaps it was time to start thinking bigger after all and getting more involved in that process.

"I'm here to collaborate. And so is everyone else working on this, too. If you have questions or information, or just want to throw some ideas back and forth, you know how to reach me," he says, almost sounding relieved. That's one more person here who sounds like they truly want to help. He's not surprised, of course - Jason really is community-minded and has done so much to contribute already. Even just making things more livable is helpful so that the brainstorming can happen without worrying if they'll be attacked in the next few minutes.

Well, sort of. He still worries. But it's a healthy sort of paranoia, he would argue.

Jason nods, but even still he's not quite sure what to ask or where to start. Granted, it's not like Rosinante said they had to do that this second, "I'll keep that in mind for the future."

He erases the drawing with his foot and starts to gather his things, now containing one more memory stone. "I should head out. Javert's training sessions are going to start soon and I don't want to be late." He stands up, stretching a little as he does so, and turning his attention to Rosinante, "Thanks again for bringing this to me. Maybe once we get more information about the World Eaters we can discuss more strategies..." He sounds optimistic, like THEY'LL be the group that solves this. Jason knows the odds are slim, but if he gives up on that then he'll have to give up on a lot of other things as well.

That puts him in good company, as Rosinante is likewise determined. No, the odds aren't good, but prior groups failing does not necessitate that theirs will also. They have some brilliant, hardworking, and very stubborn people among them.

"Right. Have fun with training," he says as he gives a wave and takes his leave. There will be plenty more time in the future to talk strategy.

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