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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"The Titans. The prophecy revolved around their king, Kronos, returning to power after he defeated the gods. The gods resided in New York, so the Greeks were dealing with protecting Olympus. I didn't know that until later, but at the time we had discovered that the Titans had built their own base on Mount Tamalpais, though the Titans renamed it Mount Othrys. It was near our camp, so of course we were charged with taking care of it by a sign from the gods."

Octavian had actually been the one to give them the approval to set a campaign in motion to tear it down, having received the blessing from his patron, Apollo. Jason realized now, in hind sight, that the gods must have timed Octavian giving them approval with Percy's efforts to fight Kronos in Manhattan.

"We led an assault on Mount Othrys, taking on an army of Scythian Dracaena led by the Titan, Krios. It was during all that I was made praetor."

Sora snorts in the middle of the explanation, softly and mostly to himself. It's nothing bad, it's just that it's always New York, isn't it? Well... Okay, he lived in a world where it was always New Jersey, but hey, historically, New York's the place where things happen. Figures.

"So the Titans... were attacking the Greek gods in New York, and you guys were attacking their base. At the same time." Sora looks up. "That was... on purpose. 'Cause they were split up and things were easier." And Jason was made praetor at around the same age Sora woke up for his second adventure, he thinks. A bit younger than when Sora took the Mark of Mastery exam. Bombed it.

He scratches the back of his head. "Scythian Dracaena. That's a mouthful. Guess you guys won, huh?"

Jason nods at Sora's assessment, "We didn't realize it was coordinated at the time...but it was definitely set in motion. Camp Jupiter was led to believe Kronos disappeared after the fall of his throne and Camp Half-Blood was told that Kronos' fortress had collapsed after he was destroyed. Of course, after the camps found out about each other we learned what really happened."

Jason smirks, "They're basically snake people and yes, we did win."

"Guess they found a pretty good praetor." Sora puts his hands behind his head and leans back, watching the stars instead of the aurora. There should be so many more of them, even while it's this bright. (Oh! Sora should take a picture of the whole town while it's this bright! That's a good idea.)

"That's a lot to deal with. You guys weren't even upperclassmen." Sora pauses. "Wait, you guys didn't go to high school, right?" It just... doesn't seem like a life where you could, really, if it was so dangerous to be out and around as a demigod and all.

Jason tries to hide a smile. He didn't always feel it, but he takes pride in what he did. Sora's words make him feel pretty good about it too.

"Some of us did. We had to take precautions of course, and weaker demigods could go unnoticed by monsters if they were careful." Basically legacies and anyone not from the big Three, Camp Jupiter wasn't quite at the same disadvantage as Camp Half-Blood though, "but there were options in New Rome as well. We could stay there year round and get our education that way."

Sora sees that smile, bud. He'll smile back. Bro, he means it. (Gotta keep up with him. There's gotta be some responsibility material in him somewhere!)

Sora tips his head a little, thinking. "But you were at Camp Jupiter since you were a baby, right? Which means you probably stayed there, at least when you were really little. Which one did you go with?" Sora figures that, were he in Jason's position, he'd want to be wherever his friends were, but he isn't going to assume Jason's the same way.

"When I was younger, mostly New Rome. I didn't really see the need to go out and see what was out there." Plus, he was expected to lead Camp Jupiter and possibly even New Rome someday -- and that influenced a lot of people to encourage him to stick around. "It wasn't until I was in my teens that I started looking into schools in the nearby area, wanted to look at what ideas existed outside of New Rome. It was probably for the best anyway, demigods attract trouble and until I could handle myself I could have put a lot of people in danger."

He still had to face monster attacks -- creatures that sought him because he smelled like a tasty treat -- and usually they got more than they bargained for.

For the best, huh. Sora bobs his head from side to side, thinking. "Once you got there, did it feel like... you were missing out?" Sora thinks about that, then shakes his head, a bit embarrassed. "Not saying you were, but there was probably stuff that people talked about that made you go, like, what?" He hopes people were kind about it, if it came down to that. Jason seems like he'd been lonely enough already.

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