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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"It's not exactly my life. Like I said, I think it's about one of the other thirty-nine Quentin's, because not all of my friends are in them. Like Kady? She isn't even in the books at all and she was... pretty damn important in my timeline. And Margo isn't there either, unless she's somehow called Janet and still..."

Quentin clears his throat and shrugs again. The offer is out there, because books were what saved his life. When nothing was working, when the world came crashing down around him and all he felt was - empty. Darkness, Vanitas called it, but it might be similar. When there was nothing but that at the Midtown Mental Health Clinic and when hurting himself seemed like the only time even a little color bled back in to the world and he wanted to keep trying to kill himself just to make it stop -- that's when the books had saved him.

When the medications and the therapy didn't work. Fillory and Further did.

So.

"The parts about me in there? Are buried under a lot of shit that isn't, so. Maybe I'm counting on you not knowing which parts? Or, maybe it doesn't matter. There's nothing you can say that I don't know already. But, she's in there. Alice? That part is still comes pretty close to what happened for me."

Vanitas stares at him for a long moment, then smirks and shakes his head. He's not sure if Quentin is purposefully obtuse or if he just doesn't get it, but there's something about it that Vanitas would interpret is naively endearing if he had the capacity to know what that feeling is like. It's like a duckling swimming around on a pond, oblivious to the monster circling underneath it.

Of course Quentin probably already knows what Vanitas would tell him. It doesn't need to be new information for it to hurt. In fact, those are the wounds that often go the deepest.

Really, he might be more curious about it if he wasn't sitting on a kind of messy turmoil that was taking up most of his attention right now. If he had it in him to wan to pursue curiousity, and his tendency to exact suffering in the people around him. Right now, he's just tired and wants to be alone.

"Goodbye, Quentin."

Maybe later, he thinks without conviction as he resumes his walk away.

EVENT LOG: THE NIGHT WE MET

cw - mentions self-harm and suicide

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