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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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i. this is so soft
...
[ Riku had built a small boat - more accurately it's a raft, on which sits a cylindrical lantern. It's a few layers of paper, actually, with one of them having large five-pointed stars cut out of them, so that the glow is brighter through them. It's simple. He's not the arts-and-crafts one of the trio of his best friends.
He aimed to make sure that at least one of the three stars he cut out of the paper is visible even if the raft bobs and rotates on the water. There's one for each of them - Sora, Kairi, and himself, but the lantern itself is not in their honor.
It's for the other Riku, whose name became Dawn, not his first independent choice as his own person, but maybe one of the most significant. A sign. That marked him no longer a replica, a fake, a copy, but someone real and whole.
He's carrying it as Daylight finishes his song, and he approaches in the silence that follows, contemplative and quiet by his side.
He watches Daylight's boats drift away and, despite the disparity in their sizes, reaches up one hand to place it against his back. ]
this is so exciting to do ahh. /the boys./
so he opts to, instead, watch the boats drift off into the night, their tiny glow against the dark backdrop doing funny things to daylight's core. (maybe because it reminds him of a place from long ago. back on a base where everyone had the best intentions but the worst executions, where looking out the window and peering into books was his only glimpse of stars like these-)
at least it gives him time to draw the song to its mournful but almost hopeful close. something about the final chorus has him ducking his helm, optics flickering while he tried to get the last words out:
can the circle be unbroken,
by and by, oh, by and by?
will i one day be allowed in,
in the clear skies and by your side...? ]
...
Hey... [ daylight tries to smile at riku's presence as he turns his helm to face his friend proper but it's- it's hard. even as peace fills him, something holds him back from fully enjoying it.
he sighs and decides that, maybe, honesty is the best policy here: ] It's been the Pits' fumes lately, huh?
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It's important to remember what's lost. To treasure the memories you shared with who has moved on ahead.
Riku's own grief in the wake of the deaths of Dawn and Kairi, of Sora's quest that carried him away from his side, even Gene was gone and as raw and as empty spaces where they all were, Riku remains rooted here, a monument to them and a beacon in his own right.
He recognizes Daylight's effort for what it is, understands how difficult it can be to smile when the reasons to dwindle. Riku does it for him, because...
It's what Sora would have done. ]
Yeah. It has.
[ His palm moves comfortingly over that too-warm chassis, though it's usually Kairi who would do this sort of thing, so gentle and so brave. Riku is more reluctant to let these gestures linger, but he likes Daylight. His eyes downcast, Riku speaks of the boat and it's lantern in the other hand. ]
...Let me send this one off. For Dawn. He would've-
I think Dawn would've liked your song.
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daylight says nothing at the moment, wanting to keep the moment between them as it is, and he silently extends his servo out, the palm up to reveal the paper boat that just happens to be dotted in stars across a night sky.
his optics dim in sympathy when he hears the pause in riku's words while he lets his friend take the boat to release it out in the waters. he had taken his time to design this boat but he wasn't sure why at the time, finding a strange urge to put details and care into the delicate little work he had before him. now- now he's happy that he did. he hopes this helps riku in some way. ]
... I wish I had gotten a chance to meet Dawn myself, Riku. [ his voice is soft, afraid to break the delicate thing between the pair. ] He must have been an amazing guy.