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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[policier]

If you wish.

( Truth be told, he hadn't held a particular interest in Robert before, beyond the ties that he had to Rosalind. Knowing that her and Robert are one in the same, that he is also the person that Javert has come to care for, with the difference of one chromosome, that changes matters.

He made her happy, and that is what matters. God knows Rosalind deserves it, after living the life she's led. He regards her quietly, before asking calmly, )

What of him have you not spoken of?

[originallutece]

[It's not one thing so much as the whole picture. She's always been so careful, omitting little details, making sure his detective's mind doesn't put together the puzzle pieces.]

He was two inches taller than me.

[She smiles faintly, her fingers drumming against the table.]

And eternally smug over it, despite the fact it's nothing more than the result of a chromosomal difference. He enjoyed cooking more than I did, too-- or at least, pretended to, which is another thing, he was far more cheerful than I.

[It's nothing particularly shocking or new, but it takes on a new context now.]

To a limit, naturally. Just as competitive, though.

[policier]

Why was it that he so ill, then, when you were not?

( He remembers Rosalind speaking of it. He did not question it then, taking it for what it is and not pursuing it, but he cannot help but do so now. Would something such as that ever happen to her? Javert selfishly hopes not. )

[originallutece]

Ah.

[She smiles faintly.]

Because he came to my world, and not the other way around.

The universe does not care for it when two copies of the same person exist in one world. There was already an R Lutece existing in my world; to have another tampered with the fabric of reality. Robert's memories blurred, and each time our lives had differed, the resulting confusion . . .

[. . .]

When I say blurred . . . I mean that it was a fact that R. Lutece had attended Girton University. But it was simultaneously a fact that R. Lutece had attended Cambridge. Which was right? Yes is the answer, and his mind couldn't cope with those two facts. Did R. Lutece court Victoria Pendergrass, or live with her for a time at school? Did he, or perhaps she, enjoy the time they spent with their parents, or was it a time fraught with tension? For that matter, did they focus on their appearance, or did they have the luxury of not needing to?

All are true. And his mind could not cope with it. How could both be true? They could and couldn't, and so he hemorrhaged.

I trusted him to no other. I refused, not with--

[Hm. She pauses, and then:]

I did not trust my benefactor not to spirit him away just to keep me behaving well. So instead: I learned first aid, and I tended to him myself. Because we are the same person, blood transfusions were easy: of course we are the same type of blood, and so I transferred directly from my veins to his.

Over time, the hemorrhages eased. We found that music soothed him: it was a point of reliability. A middle C is the same no matter the world; he could latch onto that, and work from there. I would sing to him.

[There's something overwhelmingly wonderful about saying all of this. None of it is particularly shocking, but she's never gotten to lay it out like this, piece by piece.]