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logsinthenight2019-09-06 04:19 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-09-06 04:19 pm
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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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Sorry. My mistake. Then... what are you?
[What an odd question to have to ask, but this place and its - residents, apparently, if not all people - are full of surprises.]
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The Asset. Property of HYDRA. Code name Winter Soldier.
[Eventually it'll get some personhood back. But it's only been a week.]
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[He had said some of that earlier. Property of Hydra and all that, whatever it means. It just didn't strike Rosinante as a thing that would rule out personhood.
Well, he doesn't know the guy. It's not his place or his intention to correct him or anything like that. Not a person? Okay buddy. You do you. So he frowns slightly, but nods as he takes a draw from his cigarette. We'll just let this one go.]
Anyway, most others here are people as far as I know, and the point was, they trust each other because they don't have a reason not to, and because it's probably helpful to all of us. Up to you if you want to join in, or just sit back and keep reading and listening. They're always going to have more to say, after all.
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I'll reply if I see a need to. So far there hasn't been much need to.
[Nothing that a brainwashed assassin could really add to any conversations.]
But I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.