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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[arsarcanum]

[ Sora snickers at that. ] Your secret's safe with me. [ So he can't tell Bucky that Elle likes one New Jersey thing more than New York? It's okay! He will have the satisfaction forever.

Nessie! I knew it, I was gonna ask you about her. [ Once Sora was capable of critical thought, he'd found Nessie somewhere in the corner of Skyler's memories. That story always stuck out to him, not because of the mystery or anything, but because he'd always wondered if she'd felt lonely out there. Especially if she was a dinosaur? Last of her kind. ]

If she's there... I hope she's kind of a private lady. The type who doesn't want to be found. [ There are people out there like that. ] Maybe she's there, you know? And just kinda shy. She could be the one making it seem so mysterious. That could be her way of reaching out to people and making them happy. [ It's... very optimistic, but Sora wants to think positively about these things! ] Maybe you made a friend and you just didn't know.

[antiwhat]

It's possible. [ She shrugs. ] If she is real, I hope she's like you said. Private. I don't want her to get... captured or anything. My tentative theory was that there are a bunch of them, but they're small and don't interact with each other much. Who knows.

[ For every successful trip Ellever's had, she's had at least two that never went anywhere. But maybe she just didn't have enough time in one place. Maybe it would require a lifetime to find Nessie. ]

I doubt she likes me, though, if she's there. [ Ellever smiles wryly. ] We flooded her loch with sound waves to try and find her. [ Then, curiously, ] You were gonna ask me about her, huh? Is she your favorite cryptid?

[arsarcanum]

Oh, that's even better. Then they all have company. [ Phew! That's a load off his mind. (He does wince at the mention of those soundwaves though. Geez, that'd be kinda noisy! There is, he supposes, the very strong chance that Nessie just saw her as yet another nosy tourist... but if they're never going to know, he'd much rather think positively about it.) ]

Favorite? Um. I guess she's one I've always been curious about? Like, I'm not really an urban legend kind of person, but... I guess I like the idea that there could be something else out there? Just right around the corner. And... I guess once I got older, I sort of started wondering if they were lonely, if they were real. And Nessie always seemed like she got the short end of the stick, stuck in a loch with no way out. Just hiding all the time.

[antiwhat]

[ At that admission, Ellever's expression softens. ]

Oh! Don't worry about that. There's actually a way out that connects to the sea. It's like a... rocky underwater chasm. People used to theorize that Nessie used it to go in and out for feeding or... whatever she filled her time with.

[ It had been a convenient point to place the sound receptors on, on the third day of experiments, because of its small size; nothing could get by without them noticing. Alas, all they'd seen was a bunch of fish. ]

Or, there's one where I'm from, [ she adds, a moment later. ] But probably one in yours too. Scotland's very craggy. Full of moss. And really cute cows. And... fried food.

[arsarcanum]

Really? Then she's not trapped. I'm glad. [ And he really truly does brighten at the idea! Honestly, that's made his day better by a lot. Not that it was particularly gloomy, but hey, he could probably use the reminder that things can be good in a place like Beacon. ]

Sounds like our Earths are pretty close, aren't they? [ He smiles, thinking about Scotland, trying to imagine it. The closest he's ever been to Scotland is completely across the English border in London, and that was, again, in another life. ] Bet there's a chasm there too.