EVENT LOG: A GIRL, A BOY, AND A GRAVEYARD

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EVENT LOG:
A GIRL, A BOY, AND A GRAVEYARD

characters: everyone.
location: Helix Station; Solis Labs; Bonfire Square
date/time: February 14-22
content: Preparations are underway for what may be Beacon's final battle, while remaining forest spirits do their best to spread love and cheer. See details here.
warnings: n/a, mark threads as needed

Much remains to be done, and time is of the essence. Somewhere in the darkness to the east, Beacon's greatest threat to its remaining life moves. Will you be ready when the time comes? Will you have made time to let those around you know how much this second shot at life has meant?

helix station

Weaver bounces from group to group, checking in on people. "Anything you need help with? Let me know," she offers - whether that's a hand to hold some part you're trying to weld, or assistance operating the portal to pull in some specialty materials.

You have all the station's resources at your disposal, and backup and escape plans to make. Which is the priority, though? Is it something you even all agree on?

And what is that low, barely-audible buzzing drone? It pulses in and out of detection, settling into your skull. The station's machinery keeping the heat on and the air moving have their own constant drone, but this is different.

Feel free to address Weaver in your replies if you like. Note that any remaining spirits in the station (such as the large one wearing corpses, or any that might have turned up later) have become less-predictable and prone to lashing out in aggression when they're not trying to hide from you.

solis labs

Clara busily retrieves documents and samples as any are requested. While she doesn't know how to work a computer, she does generally understand the file system and is eager to point you to where you might read up on previous portal and lantern tests, find coordinates for worlds that might host key materials, or just enjoy some vintage poetry in the library upstairs.

A pair of badger-like spirits snuffles through the labs, eyeing you and your friends nervously. They don't seem much interested in conversation, but they will stick their noses in anything - your drinks, your sleeve, your ear if you're not careful, and their noses are cold.

If two or more people head outside together for a few minutes, they'll hear a stilted growl and a flash of green eyes in the trees - and then an attempt at a word.

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Note that as stated on the ooc post, engaging with the green-eyed spirit carries the risk of violence and death, as always. Do so at your own risk.

stick by me and i will stick by you

There may be defenses to be built, weapons handling to teach to those few remaining who want to learn to defend themselves better, and general plans to make. When the World Eater arrives, who will be on the front lines to try and delay it while the bomb is made ready? Who will defend the rest from any spirits bent on following its instructions to slaughter every one of you? If things go south, how will you make your way to a portal to escape, and who will operate it?

Meanwhile, spirits hand out their cookies with chirps of encouragement. It's not all doom and gloom, they insist - they believe in you! And they want you all to believe in each other, to feel a little lighter and happier, if only just for a short time. The messages on their heart-shaped cookies (the whole candy heart concept didn't quite land right, it seems) are all a little odd and who knows what they do, but it all seems to be in good fun.

Feel free to decide for yourselves what the heart effects are, how long they last, if you can have more than one at a time - so long as they generally follow the ideas on the details post.

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Comments

[callada]

"Soldat and several other people," he says. Thankfully mood-waves can't blush, but they can turn turquoise and full of little riffles.

"It turned out all right. I just went with it, even though I felt like I was bracing for disaster every second," he admits, though with a smile. Yes, all right, sometimes he can own up to being more paranoid than necessary, especially here after so long with people who have repeatedly proven themselves to be good and understanding. Also, it helps that he can mute himself at a moment's notice.

[worthallthis]

Sarge can see where he's coming from, and gives the man a little toast with his coffee mug. "If the people here accept and move past the shit I've done-- that we've done--" Including Soldat and the Asset, in there. They're all responsible. "--I figure they're going to accept a whole lot of really bad stuff, so long as we're trying to be better. You're probably good, Rosinante."

[callada]

"Yeah. I've told that same thing to others here, too. It's what we do here that counts. Everyone gets their second chance here."

And he's well aware that by now, a handful of people have learned more about him than he would have ever liked them to. No matter the degree of their knowledge, everyone continues to treat him the same - or if not the same, then with more understanding. But of course, that's not exactly the sort of thing he was worried about just saying openly at the carnival unless someone started digging for answers to all their unanswered questions, and everyone is too respectful to even try.

He shrugs, a half-smile on his face as he takes another draw from the cigarette, then belatedly offers the pack to Sarge before they can get put too far away (or dropped). "For me, I meant I might just say something completely stupid, not some damning earth-shaking revelation. Instead, I got Law to almost think about trying the bumper cars, and Will won a stuffed bird for me. Small victories."

That was a long time ago, but it's still fun to think back on what ended up being one of the highlights in this very dark little town, so he'll let himself indulge and watches the tropical waves sparkle across his hand in the dim light.