logsinthenight | 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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"Cool. Unfold it completely and then fold it - down, diagonally, but with the sides coming in?" This is demonstrated slowly, with her paper turned to most clearly be seen from his position. He's doing fine, so this is less specific attention and more due to this being trickier to articulate.

"Little square here's the actual base."

The demonstration makes it easy. The Soldier follows her movements as exactly as larger hands can. "I see." It thinks it does see. It knows the math of calculating a shot against wind and motion, the weight of a bullet versus gravity, but now it's learning the math of folding paper. This is a much nicer lesson.

It proceeds relatively simply, shapes running roughly from diamond to kite. Displaying remains more useful than speech from that point, but every step merits at least a few accompanying words. They proceed to the final few folds; bending one extended point down to form a head, and turning down the bulk of paper in the middle to form wings. She shows her own, palm-up, with an undeniable air of politely withheld ta-da!

"A crane!"

With the whole of the process behind it, the folding and unfolding makes more sense. The Soldier's little crane isn't quite as well-made as Misty's, but for a first try, it's pretty damn good. It looks between the two paper birds and almost smiles. It's obvious it's almost smiling, too. "Neat."

The Soldier made something new, something more complicated than a little boat, and an actual human helped it learn how instead of a spirit-thing. That's definitely neat. New experiences all around.

She'll smile openly enough for the both of them, pleased and encouraging at once.

"Not shabby, right? I know a lot, and there might be something in the library for more if we're lucky. Can make a hobby of it."

He...needs hobbies, she would wager.

The idea of a hobby is pretty novel, to be honest. The Soldier is used to either having a mission, or being in cryo-- and when on a mission, boredom isn't a problem, there's just orders. It's reaching the point now, though, that it's starting to remember what boredom actually is.

The Soldier wants to know how to make more, but asking isn't a thing it's supposed to do. So, after a beat, it plucks up another piece of paper and gives her a look (to her face, not quite her eyes, but close) that shades into both hopeful and expectant. Almost like a puppy. That doesn't count as asking, right?

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