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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Hm?

[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.]

[ first it's hannibal the elephant, now it's ships and quests and origami—jason just keeps getting more interesting and interesting. ]

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?

Well, to the best of my ability it says: Argo-ragami.

[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...]

It's a nice boat.

[ 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.

Thanks.

[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.

[ it's a little surprising to see the spirits take to their activity with meaningful care, but then kol remembers that spirits have reasons to mourn, too. hopefully it's a good kind of mourning and not a terrible one.

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.

[Jason doesn't look back, but he can tell Kol is giving him his distance. He appreciates the gesture and decides to focus on the boat for the moment. What is he letting go of? Who is he mourning?

It's not a person really and it seems selfish in a way, but Jason can't help but mourn his own losses by being here. The downward spiral and loss of his relationship with Piper, the loss of any opportunity to make Camp Jupiter even greater than before, the loss of being the go-between for Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood, and the loss of his friends. He'd known what he was doing in joining Apollo, Meg, and Piper in hunting down Caligula, but that didn't make it an easy thing to accept. It just didn't seem fair. He'd survived an encounter with a primordial god only to be cut down by an undead Roman emperor? Was this his punishment for standing up to Jupiter in the first place and defending Apollo's actions? Or was it because he'd gone too far in trying to figure out what was going on with the lost oracles?

Jason's face is blank, no tears or anger, though there is definitely something brewing beneath the surface -- like a storm bubbling on the horizon. He watches the boat sail away, glowing softly, and instead of letting the storm take him he blows it out with the boat. The water ripples beneath the origami craft and it picks up speed a little, encouraged by a wind Jason sends out after it.

He straightens a little...that did feel better.]

Nah. You've just gotta balance it the right way.

[He turns back towards Kol.]

I could show you if you want.

[ with every second he spends with jason, things get more and more exciting. it isn't lost on him that the sudden breeze pushing jason's boat out to wherever it is the boats will go has suddenly come and gone. the one thing kol loves most is learning new things—especially about the supernatural—and finding someone who presents something new is a rare find for someone as old as him.

he can't help but smile, close-lipped and at least respectful, given where they find themselves. the miserable vibe of this activity is gone momentarily with his little bout of excitement. ]

How to balance a stone in my paper boat or how you just blew yours out to whatever this water meets?

I could demonstrate how I blew the boat out further, but I don't think you could mimic that. I was referring more to the whole rock in a paper boat thing.

[Of course, maybe Kol could, he hadn't heard all about the abilities of those here with him yet. And people were often surprising him.]

Though, that would mean you would need to finish yours.

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