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EVENT LOG: FOR EVERYTHING A REASON
EVENT LOG:
FOR EVERYTHING A REASON
characters: everyone.
location: the harbor.
date/time: september 6-7.
content: characters and forest spirits send off paper lantern boats in honor of those who have died..
warnings: character death
a somber kind of serenity.
When you arrive at the harbor, there are already boats in the water, and the lighthouse's red beam flares in slow pulses over the lake. The moon's a bright first quarter and the stars are out in force today, all reflected on the glassy surface of the water. It's uncharacteristically calm, this weather, so take advantage.
Rastus is down at the water's edge, tending to a large mound of pebbles that looks not unlike a miniature bonfire from a distance. The stones are all ordinary, having been collected from the beach, except Rastus has enchanted them to glow with a soft, yellow light. The enchantment will only last a week, but that's ample time for this little ceremony to send off those lost over the past two months. Or to send off something less literal, perhaps.
Next to the pile of stones is an array of craft materials—just the basic supplies like paper, markers, glue, and scissors, but more than enough to accommodate everyone in attendance. A handful of forest spirits (some you may recognize from the party!) are standing nearby to assist in paper-folding or boat-crafting if you're out of your depth there. They, along with Rastus, urge you to join in. This memorial is as much about you as it is anyone we've lost, after all. The boats can look like or represent anything you like.
Releasing boats lit with pebbles out onto the water will fill you will a sense of peace. It's a somber kind of serenity, but it's a relief nonetheless, whether you're mourning the loss of a friend or letting go of some other part of yourself. You're welcome to release as many boats as you like, too. It's not like there's a shortage of rocks around here, and even if the craft materials run low, there's plenty of other stuff around town that could be used in a pinch.
The forest spirits are in attendance, as well. Some are helping with the crafting, yes, but most are taking part themselves, building their own little boats to send out over the water. Their crafting involves more of a hands-on approach: Chomping and tearing and crinkling into unique shapes and textures. They stand out from the townsfolks' designs on the beach, but once the boats drift far enough into the surf, it's impossible to tell which vessels belong to which group. Feel free to NPC your own forest spirits for this event and refer to the OOC info post if you have questions about how they might behave.
On the final night of the event, a sound starts up along the treeline, one you haven't heard in some time, perhaps. Crickets. Cicadas. Katydids and beetles and the shrill hum of a mosquito in your ear. It seems insects have returned to Beacon from... wherever they were hiding, and the night air is now vibrant with their music. No more eerie silence back in town, where the sounds of the lake are snuffed out by the trees. It sounds almost like a real forest now.
And it will stay that way after this event ends, too. Maybe you were enjoying the time away from bugs or maybe you were longing for some sign that, yes, this world was alive once, but either way, the insects are here to stay. Well, until winter, at least.
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[ kol doesn't know anyone who has gone — disappeared, died, whatever it is here. the weekly bulletin with the massive list of names rings no bells, but he still comes down to the harbour to see the water's edge. the display is simply beautiful.
with a few magically lit stones in his pockets, he has no intentions to set the glowing rocks in a paper boat and send it on its merry way. why would he? who would it be for? none of his family would've set a paper boat off for him in the wake of his two deaths… and there's no one for him to mourn.
it doesn't matter what kol thinks, the forest spirits believe him to be eligible for a boat. despite his refusals, they manage to force a blue paper boat in his hands, neatly folded with sharp corners. one slips a marker into the pocket of his jeans. ] I don't need a boat. [ they refuse to listen, heads bowed as they get back to work in their expert folding.
with a sigh, kol leaves them and spots someone who is without a paper boat. ] Hey. The spirits wanted me to give you this.
[ they didn't.
kol will continue to hand off the paper boats (blue, pink, neatly folded, slightly crinkled) the spirits force in his hands for the duration of his stay. he won't be letting a boat go until tomorrow. ]
SEPTEMBER 7
A. [ they find him. forcing a boat kindly into his hands, the forest spirits look at him and then peer out at the water. did they know he kept passing their boats off all of yesterday? surely not! they were too busy with their heads down and fingers folding…
one grips kol's hand and begins to gently lead him toward the water's edge. ] You can let go. [ it doesn't. it takes him to the water and points toward the surface.
or kol nods toward someone near him and says to the spirit: ] Look at them, they're not putting their boat in the water, are they?
[ s.o.s. someone save him! ]
B. [ his forest spirit friend watches him from afar as it puts his hands back to crafting another set of beautifully folded boats. kol peers over his shoulder at it, finding that it peers at him with its antennae up and unmoving.
alright, he'll play along.
with his yellow square boat in his hand and a pen in the other, kol peers down at the golden lit water. it'd be easy to not take this seriously. couldn't he simply place it in the water and let it drift off? does the boat need to have any meaning to it? he could do it. imagining himself simply discarding the boat in the water and walking away is easy, but making himself do it is an entirely different story.
despite thinking he can simply pop it on the water's surface and let it drift, he doesn't. staring at it for a moment, kol takes his pen and begins to write.
kol mikaelson.
it isn't for the man who stands before the water's edge in beacon, but the boy he once was. the witch, the magic, the human long, long lost — the kol mikaelson who didn't have blood cravings humming beneath his skin in this very moment. ]
[ ooc: september 7 prompt b is open to one person to be there when he finally sets his own boat free. please rope kol into sending boats with your character! the spirits are going to be watching him and he'll be trolling them in return, because what is emotional vulnerability? any qs, feel free to hmu @
sept 7 - a
On Sept 7, he's a little more used to it and does his best to ignore it. Well, not ignore it, but maybe try to figure out if this was the kind of attraction that was going to get him murdered or just that they found his scent appealing. He wasn't sure which he would prefer right now because both were kind of uncomfortable. Probably not being murdered was good.
It's because of this internal debate and being watched by spirits that he hadn't exactly been paying attention to what the non-spirits were doing. Two or three spirits trail behind him as he approaches the water's edge. They stay close and Jason looks over to see if he can convince them to back up a bit which is about the time Kol calls him out for not launching a boat.]
I was getting there.
[He turns to see Kol, remembering him from the meeting earlier, and notices Kol seems to have his own spirit-y companion.]
Are you trying to get some privacy? They seem a bit pushy about this whole thing.
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A bit pushy? [ he almost laughs, looking directly at the three spirits tailing jason.
kol can see he's a pretty boy, but he thought the spirits were immune to that type of charm! it's the funniest thing he's seen all day (no offence, jason). after his time spent in the surprisingly progressive town meeting, he's deduced a few things about the people in beacon. about jason, he suspects there's more underneath the blonde hair, and the three spirits tailing him prove as much. he must be one of the nicest people here, having won them over so quickly.
lowering the proffered boat, he glances out at the water littered with paper before looking back at jason. ] They seem very keen to let a lot of things go… except you, it seems. This is the most spirits I've seen follow anyone. Did you help them fold a boat?
[ is jason also fantastic at origami? he has the shoulders for it. ]
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Jason takes it in stride, though he resists the urge to roll his eyes at Kol's reaction.]
No more than anyone else has...they might just like how I smell.
[they wouldn't be the first.]
Although...my boat did turn out pretty good.
[He holds up a reasonably well done origami boat, it glows softly with light from the rocks. There's a slight smile as he holds it up, it's hard not to be proud of his own work. The smile is noticeably a little sad though, like making the boat has brought back some memories for him. Kol might even notice on the side some strange lettering -- it looks Greek.]
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out of all the mikaelsons, kol is the one to notice the details… most of the time. it's with a frown he acknowledges the greek he can't quite read. ] What's that?
[ narrowing his eyes, he tilts his head ever so slightly. he'd reach out and grab the boat so he could read it, but that'd be just rude—especially if a spirit had been the one responsible for folding a very crisp looking boat. ]
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[Jason isn't sure what he's referring to at first until he remembers that he had taken an extra step with the boat.]
Argoragami -- it's kind of an inside joke I guess. [Which, probably isn't helpful, so he also adds.] My friends and I went on a quest on a ship my friend build called the Argo II.
[The joke was not a good one, but appropriately enough they had LOST the Argo II towards the end of their quest.]
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And is that what those symbol there say? [ he points toward where the greek scribble is. he should know greek, but when the language was hot off the press, he was most likely daggered and lying in a box. ] Argo II?
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[Since it's origami of the Argo II. It's a terrible joke really but Jason doesn't seemed too ashamed of it if he is admitting to it. Jason looks down at his boat, frowning. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he's not so sure. After all, he was the only one of the crew that was dead. But...maybe the waters of the Underworld connected. Maybe it would find its way to Nico or Hazel or someone else in the Hades he had expected to find.
He doesn't know why he keeps holding out for something like that to happen...]
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[ it's genuinely said and appraised. he can sense that it's important to jason—why else would he go to the lengths of writing it in greek? it's rather brave of him to even go as far as to engage with it, given that kol... hasn't just yet.
this activity seems incredibly personal for almost everyone involvined—spirits included. as blunt as he sometimes is, kol can understand what it's like to struggle letting go. whatever that is for jason… well, he just hopes this origami boat helps. ]
You should see if it sails as well as the Argo II.
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[Jason's frown softens a bit at Kol's compliment. He could tell, somehow, that he was being genuine about it. If he were being honest though, he's still not entirely sure what he's doing here. Who is he mourning exactly or maybe for himself it is less of a who and more of a what...but even that he's not sure he can put into words. Either way, it's only been a few days and he already misses his friends and his home. It's strange, he'd been apart from them before, but not like this and somehow this time it feels different.
The spirits move away from him, heading towards the water's edge to put their own boats out. Jason watches them for a moment, wondering why spirits would need to engage in something like this as well. Or why Kol seems so reluctant to? He decides it doesn't really matter and steps towards the water's edge.
Let's see then.
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it's only with a couple of steps he follows jason with, ensuring to remain just a comfortable distance away. something tells him to give him some space. ]
Well—it floats. [ he says that chirpily. the boat looks quite good in the water—and compared to all the others? expertly folded. ] I thought those stones would've stunk the boat.
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sept 7. b.
It's not going to walk onto the water by itself, you know. [ if he had a cigarette, this would normally be when he takes a puff and pretends to be distracted by it before speaking again. but he doesn't, so eliot just rolls his shoulders and tilts his head to the side, still watching the boats drifting further out. ] Sometimes you just have to take the leap instead of thinking about what leaping actually means.
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Does the leaping need to have any meaning?
[ of course it does. people don't jump off rocks into lakes without some sort of intent. usually it's to show that they could do it, that they were brave enough. although, kol doubts letting boats drift into the water and off to wherever they're going to go is meant to represent such a feat.
with a glance down, he notices eliot's hands are bare. ] Did you already leap?
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In some respects, yes. [ there's no real way to absolve how quentin had died in front of quentin, but maybe that's why he's here again, wanting some other kind of closure of his own. ] But life is. Complicated and not at all what you always expect it to be.
[ he rolls his head a bit as he speaks, trying to gesture the peculiarity of it all on top of the reality. ]
That's why thinking about leaping is a mistake though. Not all of it's going to make sense, but it doesn't really have to. That's just. Life. [ he looks toward kol, then. ] You know?
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it's all a bit too deep for kol, who is already feeling strangely vulnerable writing down his own name. it'd be easy to make a joke about it—he's simply making fun of the fact he's dead again—but his heart wouldn't be in it. ]
Life's definitely complicated. [ with a glance at the boats floating in the water in front of them, he shrugs a shoulder. ] Or unlife—whatever this is. It's a good idea having a little festival like this, but… [ he sighs, finding that act is far more relieving than this activity. ] Putting a boat in a water isn't going to make what you want to let go any easier to let go.
september 6
Unfortunately, the crowd makes it a little harder than she'd like to escape. So when a boat is suddenly forced towards her, she pushes it away, shaking her head.]
I don't want one---
[And then she realizes who's trying to give it to her, her eyes widening slightly.
Maybe she should really leave her room more often...]
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kol wants to be on their good side, which is why he keeps holding the boat out for the young woman to take. noticing how her eyes widen slightly, his narrow just a little. it's the kind of look he's used to being on the receiving end of when someone recognises him.
despite his desire to pry as to why she doesn't want the boat, he says gently, ] Just take the boat.
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But she doesn't feel sad. Anger blooms in her chest, hot and painful; she knows it isn't his fault, but being here really needed to stop screwing with her.
She takes the boat, muttering a low 'incendia,' before it burns up in her hand. The fire doesn't give off any light, another great side effect of being here, so instead it seems to just crumble and scatter to the wind.]
Seriously? [She lets out a breath of bitter laughter.] You have no idea who I am, do you?
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this isn't the first time he's run into someone he doesn't remember, but it's a first when it comes to how young she appears to be. he's run with a younger crowd a few times over the centuries when he hasn't been daggered... but this doesn't feel like one of those times. usually when he forgets someone, it's him they're trying to light on fire. she doesn't seem like she has that as her goal.
he smiles at her, but it isn't with mirth or any suggestion he's laughing at her. it's meant to placate her, even when he suspects it won't. ] Sorry, darling. I've met a lot of people in my life and while you're certainly memorable... [ he doesn't remember. he doesn't know why he feels a little guilty over that. ]
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It's the face of someone who has seen things beyond her years.
Her eyes drop to the ground, fingers curling into fists briefly before they relax and she just finally spits it out.]
I'm your niece. [She looks up at him, wondering if he's even going to believe her. Her uncle has been alive a long time so there's not telling if she's even been born yet in his memory.] Hope.
[She gives him her own exasperated smile, opening her arms in a very 'here I am' pose.]
Ring any bells?
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[ hope, the niece klaus was ready to keep away from him. hope, the niece he knew he'd never get to meet, all because of finn. she hadn't been much of a myth, but she hadn't been much of anything to him but a secret klaus never trusted him with. presuming she's grown up at the normal rate of any child (she was just a baby he'd only ever heard of)... this must be the weird dimension, frequency thing allie had been speaking of.
best not to question how his literal baby of a niece is now a young woman. less headaches, and kol doesn't particularly want to waste time questioning what's in front of him. she looks like hayley (thank christ) but has nik's unnecessary exasperation that only comes out with him.
does this mean nik actually admitted to his daughter he has a younger brother?
standing awkwardly despite his wish not to be, kol frowns for nothing better to do. ] It's good to see you've grown up. [ is that an uncle thing yo say? he doesn't know. ] It's actually good to see you. Nik never let me near you.
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[But he knew about her. That enough was a giant relief, that she wouldn't have to explain, that her uncle wasn't from some century where their family wasn't together in any way.
The history of the Mikaelsons was long and to simply call it complicated was an understatement. If he didn't recognize her, this was the next best thing.]
We're actually...pretty close. You would Facetime me a lot while I was at school.
[Back when she couldn't be near any of them, until she was fifteen and her already messy life took an even worse turn.]
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[ so he's out and about in seven years, and not in a coffin with that bloody dagger in his chest. kol wears his surprise at that — and the fact that they're close. ever since he found out about hope… he never really had the time to process it, but he always figured he'd be the uncle nik skims over when reciting bedtime stories about the family tree. ]
You were probably not even a year old when Nik finally told me about you. [ he shrugs, although it's not to come off callous or flippant; kol feels the need to move in a situation he doesn't quite know what to do in. he hadn't expected nik to ever introduce him to hope; instead, he figured he'd laud it over his head as some sort of punishment, like he does with almost everything. at least he can say he knows his niece in the near future.
he sighs, becoming comfortable again with his declaration of: ] Then I died, thanks to your Uncle Finn. I hope you don't like him. He's a bore.
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As for Uncle Finn, well...]
Honestly? I don't remember him.
[She rocks on her feet a little uncomfortably.]
Are you sure you want to know about all this? The future...is kind of messed up.
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kol frowns. it's evident enough that hope isn't the baby who's only a few months old. unless she can grow as quickly as that other hybrid of a child (who was fictional), he has a feeling allie's idea of alternate dimensions is very, very right. he'll think a little too hard on that later... for now, he's focusing on family.
glancing over his shoulder, he notices a few spirits watching them intently, almost excited to see them take a boat to water. ]
Let's go for a walk. [ he touches her elbow. ] You can tell me as much as you want.
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