EVENT LOG: DAYLIGHT

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EVENT LOG:
DAYLIGHT

characters: everyone.
location: Everywhere
date/time: April 1 and onward
content: Light, and its changes, begins to creep back into the world. What will you do next?
warnings: spirit suicides

With the World Eater truly gone, light begins to slowly make its return. The glow that took over the lake spreads to the shore, giving life to all it touches.

For some creatures, this will mean their end. The spirits, as seen in the aurora, cannot exist in a place with light. But those still trapped between death and life, held to this place by the light in their lanterns, can continue on.

Beacon isn't fully healed. The darkness will take time - months, if not years - to recede. In those remaining dark places, green-eyed spirits and other strange creatures will continue to lurk, to push back against the light. The many-eyed spirit is nowhere to be found after the vicious battle, but the people of Beacon now know that as long as there are violent, destructive spirits remaining, there is still a risk that one could muster enough strength to grow and change and plunge the world into darkness again.

But the light has its allies in all of you. Help the new plants grow. Take care of the land and each other. Speak with the remaining spirits who are reluctant about these new changes, and help them move on - or destroy the ones who only want death and ruin to prevail. The future is yours to shape.

The prompts below are just ideas, as always. Feel free to use this post to thread out any future character actions, or make your own logs if you prefer. The communities will all remain open from here on out. Thanks to all of you for taking part in this remarkable adventure!

i come alive, alive, alive, every time

In those first few days of April, forest spirits bound back into town, energetic and elated. They helped!! They sang, and they bought you all time!! They want to throw a party, because that's what they love best (well, some of them) but thankfully, partying seems to already be in the works by the efforts of a few of you lantern-folks. There is food and music spread all around Bonfire Square and beyond, and spirits eagerly hand out balloons - though where they got those from is anyone's guess.

daylight, with the sun I'm in now

The sun eventually rises.

The light is still faint at first, though already growing from a dim blue twilight to something pinkish and golden. For months, the glow never really manages to be more than that, but by early June the clear shape of a yellow-white orb breaks over the horizon for a few hours each day, and grows ever-steadier from there.

Over the course of those weeks and months, spirits do the other thing they love to do. Familiar faces, old friends - among them the Rat King, the Baubledook, the radio-loving Handy and finally, lastly, even the Postmaster General and the Librarian - approach the leading edge of light as it reaches up the lakeshore, and dive in as spectacularly as if they were jumping into the water itself.

One by one, those spirits evaporate, bursting into glittering particles and showering Beacon once again with opals. The small stones will forever litter the lake's shore, even long after the spirits have gone, and the casual wanderer may find their own warmest memory or that of a friend's here in Beacon, or even the lost thoughts and memories of the spirits themselves, as they were in life before the world went dark, or after.

It may be sad to see them go, but they're happy to do it, to keep themselves from holding back the return of the light to your growing world. After all, what is death to a dead thing?

wanna let it in from the outside

As temperatures warm and the lake thaws, and once her injuries have healed, Weaver returns to the Helix Station to make sure it's all still in working order after the bomb - which, thankfully, it is. The water absorbed most of the shockwave, and though a few things have been knocked loose and fallen to the ground, the machinery is all still operational.

The portal, most crucially, still works.

For those who want to leave, she'll be here to see you on your way - if that reverse-engineering she came up with actually works. "I can't make any promises," she says. But she's confident enough in the actual math of it all, and someone's got to be the first to test it out, right?

(It's not a requirement to address Weaver at all, if you'd prefer to thread your goodbyes out among each other! If you want to just assume she'll be there to take the controls, feel free to do so.)

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Comments

[paletteswap]

Kuai is still traumatized by the Sea-sanate. "The last time you fished what you caught was less than ideal. Though if we had fish here, I imagine they'd be those deep sea ones with many teeth and bioluminescence."

Maybe the foam clone was a fangly fish in disguise.

"Plants are a good first start, we'll need them to nourish everything else. And maybe some of the things in the greenhouse can be transplanted once we know what weather is like here."

He assumes there'll be weather anyway, there's the sun and tides, there might even eventually be real seasons and not boiling hot followed by completely covered in ice.

[callada]

"Yeah. With sun... Everything might change." In good ways, he can only imagine. Warmer, more stable seasons without the strange torrential floods and overwhelming snowfall.

"I don't know how long I'll be around to watch it change. If Will knows someplace he can get work done more quickly, or more efficiently, when it comes to figuring out what the other World Eaters out there in the sky are capable of and how to let people know about them, then we might go there. But I hope I get to come back every now and then, if we do leave. I'd like to see this place months and years from now."

In some ways that sounds even better than staying. Incremental change is slow and hard to perceive, but stopping in once a year? That would be incredible, he imagines.

"What about you?"

[paletteswap]

"A solid plan. It's commendable to want to wipe these out so no other world suffers the same. I'm sure there'll be some here that will help you in that task."

But it won't be him, he has other plans.

"I plan to stay for a short while, just until I can be assured that everything here really is reviving. It already seems to be, but I think a few more weeks and I'll know for sure. Then I'll return home. Death in my world isn't final, it's another realm, and it's filled with many I know. And many I miss."

He glances around at the familiar path that he'd spent years now patrolling. The sun actually allowing him to see further than he ever could and making it seem like a real town and not a cluster of buildings in the darkness. "I'll not deny there's some part of this I'll.. not really miss but I've become accustomed to."

[callada]

Many he misses, indeed. Rosinante knows exactly who Kuai is talking about, but he doesn't call him out on it, simply smiles and nods.

"It'll be sad to see you go, but I know you have a lot waiting for you back there. You've been a big help to all of us."

Hopefully the portal will work as intended. He doesn't bring that up right away, it really doesn't feel like the right moment, but it worries him. Weaver and Will are surely going to be working on making sure everything is safe before anyone leaves, but someone is still going to have to be the first to try it. If it works, or if it doesn't, how will they know?

The best he can do is trust the people who know what they're doing, though, and trust them he does.

[paletteswap]

He knows that Rosinante is aware of exactly who he's talking about and appreciates the discretion of not mentioning it.

"Thank you. And while there's always more that could have been done, I have to be content with what's been accomplished. And seeing it like this... it makes it feel worthwhile. Maybe those who we've lost along the way - their sacrifices meant something, even though we'll forever wish we could have prevented them from whatever fate awaited them."

Some people died and came back while others simply vanished. He can't pretend to understand it and isn't going to begin to try, but at least now it feels alive and more 'real'. Not like a horrific nightmare they were all trying to wake up from, but like a real place that's beginning to start anew.

"It'll be a while before the portal is set to work in reverse, so I'll still be here should anyone need anything else."