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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[callada]

[Fitting, then. Perfectly so. His memories of his mother are fleeting and vague at best. Fragments of a lullaby, hands in his hair, holding him to comfort him from his brother's occasional bullying before everything fell apart. The most vivid memory that remains is her in bed under that ratty blanket, skin pale and sunken. Her coughing had kept them up at night for a little while.

Somehow, it's still better than thinking about his last memories of his father. He shakes his head as if to drive those thoughts away and focuses instead on his breathing and the tang of smoke from the cigarette in his teeth. He's ever thankful Sengoku taught him basic meditation to pull him out of those thoughts, even if adulthood and addiction had altered his practice of the techniques.]

Galateion, then. It's interesting, what translates here and what just doesn't. Strange anything translates at all, I guess. I'm just glad that we all mostly understand each other.

[sunborne]

It- [ daylight pauses, feeling a flicker of frustration in him at his inability to find the proper words to express himself. it's amazing how this frustrates him the most in little moments like these. the moments he wants to make his words matter but they seem to slip him by.

but he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself, knowing good things come to those who are willing to try, as his dad used to say. ] -It definitely makes talking about stuff kind of hard. Feels... weird, at times, to try and explain things, knowing it's strange and different to the one you're talking to, while it's something so normal back home. Makes you feel like... an island, I guess? A whole and still alone.

But, despite it all, I'm glad we can talk. I'm glad we met. [ daylight looks up at rosinante and a big smile spreads across daylight's face, his expression earnest and sincere. ] It makes everything here a lot easier, knowing you have friends to rely on and think about.

[callada]

[Rosinante returns the smile. Partly because he means it, for the strange robot is someone he does appreciate. They can bond over being the tallest ones here, but more importantly, for some reason Daylight trusts him and he doesn't want to lose that too quickly. It feels good to be liked. He's not used to it. And that therefore makes up the other reason he smiles: because he wants to look like he also regards Daylight as a friend, even though he normally would reserve that word for someone he's far closer to and has known for far longer.

Sometimes he wonders if he'd grown up around other children if he'd have social skills instead of social tactics, but they amount to the same thing in the end, don't they?]

It's true. We can't even see our way across town in all this darkness. We have to rely on each other a lot more than I'd bet most people are used to doing, so having people you know are helpful is important. Well, helpful, and... Sympathetic, I guess. There's something to be said for that, too.