EVENT LOG: FOR EVERYTHING A REASON

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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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[paletteswap]

"I'm afraid I do not understand." He watches him go back to paper boat building, looking vaguely concerned about all this. There's some disturbing undertones to everything they're discussing and Kuai can't yet figure out what they are.

"You were frozen and controlled?"

[worthallthis]

That makes two of them, pal. The Soldier nods in answer, looking determinedly down at the paper but anticipating more questions. "I am the asset. Property of HYDRA." Maybe it shouldn't have brought the whole thing up, because now Kuai is going to be weird about it all (like almost everyone seems to be) but it had to know what kind of ice the man could make. If it hadn't asked, it would just have gotten itself tied in knots wondering.

Hell, maybe that would have been better.

[paletteswap]

"Perhaps you were, but not here. No one belongs to anyone." He's not even going to ask what either of those things mean, because the truth of it is - it doesn't matter here. There's a lot of things he doesn't understand about the other places people come from and this is another to add to the pile.

"None of us are what we were."

[worthallthis]

Maybe. Maybe not. But it's only been a week of conditional freedom, and the Soldier really isn't ready to consider life without handlers, without orders. The handlers here aren't so bad, anyway. How do you imagine being something else when you don't remember anything else?

You don't, not right away, anyway. So it continues to focus on its paper folding, expression drifting down into a frown.

Sorry, Kuai. It seems like the Soldier just ran out of words.

[paletteswap]

That's fine. He understands when the words just end. Much better than the reverse like some people he knows back home who never stop talking.

He'll sit nearby, meditating as he watches the boats make their final journey.