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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Comments

[notthatjason]

He nods. "I didn't even think about drawing as something I was even very good at until recently. I wasn't encouraged to do it at all because it wasn't very...son of Jupiter. I mostly did it to pass the time during boring lectures or later, when I was a praetor, during boring senate meetings. Reyna used to tease me that I wasn't paying attention, but actually I found that drawing helped me focus. She was the only one I really showed my drawings to anyway." Which had been unavoidable since, as his fellow praetor, she sat next to him during all of their meetings anyway. At least she'd complimented him after the initial teasing and he did remember sharing a good laugh over the drawing he did of some of the senate members that got on their nerves. Watching Reyna try to conceal her laughter had made for a particularly interesting meeting.

The memory makes him realize that having a bit of art like this -- something that isn't really tied to this place -- might do them all some good. He'll have to pursue that idea later, but for now he's content just sitting and drawing with Naminé.

"Let me see how you draw them. I think seeing how you do it might give me some ideas how to translate it to flat paper." He flips to a clean page of his sketch book and moves it over to Naminé.

[really_sketchy]

She looked over at him and frowned. "I don't know what... son of Jupiter means. I think you should do what you enjoy. No matter what anyone else says." She smiled. "That way you'll be happy and since we're friends I'll be happy too." So it was a win-win situation.

She took the side of his sketchbook and began to roughly draw out Donald first. Her art wasn't amazing by any means, it was almost like a cartoon but she eventually darkened clear lines and tried to smudge or erase the others, outline the familiar shape of her friend.

It was coloring that she usually went outside of the lines because she thought it looked better when the subject was part of the setting. In made it look as if everything was connected through variant lines of color.

When she was finished, she placed the pencil down and pushed the sketchbook back so he could see. "This is Donald. He is a duck that walks on two legs and welds a magical staff. He is very skilled at using magic and usually wears blue but I don't think ducks wear pants." She'd never really thought about it before.

"I can do Goofy next. He looks a little bit like a dog but with a very long face."

[notthatjason]

Jason wondered if he should explain that fact or not. It wasn't what they were focused on at the moment and her words give him pause to do it anyway. As far as Naminé is concerned, his parentage doesn't matter and...wasn't that how he'd always wanted it? "It just means I was expected to lead and fight...not draw pictures," is what he finally said.

When she started drawing, he made sure to watch her carefully, making note of what shapes she starts with and how her hand moves across the page. Sure enough it's easy to make out Donald on the page. He smiled when she was done, "Wow. You know it's still hard for me to believe a duck can do magic...but I guess the universe is a big place."

He picked up a pencil, "Let me try Donald again first." He'd rather master one first before attempting another. Jason studied over Naminé's version once more and then started drawing as well. He started with simple shapes and then added the details. That made it easier. It took him longer than Naminé simply because he wasn't used to it, but eventually a fairly decent Donald takes shape on the page.

"How's that?"