EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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EVENT LOG:
GRAVES

characters: everyone.
location: Bonfire Square.
date/time: July 12-19.
content: mysterious shrines appear and bring visions of death.
warnings: likely violence and potentially gore.

time to pay your respects.

It happens when no one is looking, when most of the town is asleep and the rest are inside. A makeshift cemetery has come to Beacon, taking up residence in the middle of Bonfire Square. Each monument, shrine, and altar is dedicated to someone who now resides here, a memorial of their previous life.

Some may be drawn by curiosity, others by fear, and some may simply have to pass through this strange graveyard to get to the Bonfire itself. Whenever a person gets near, the altars beckon with a mysterious urge— an urge to approach, and an urge to leave something behind. They will feel compelled to make offerings at the various shrines, but doing so has a curious effect; it causes one to experience the death of the person whose grave they've honored.

Whether you resist the compulsion or give in willingly (or something in between), you'll also have to wrestle with the fact that a grave exists for you. Will you let your death be known, or try your best to keep it secret? Destroying it sure won't work, as it will return— with a duplicate somewhere else in town.

However you choose to deal with this, one thing is hard to ignore— this a tangible reminder of your death, and the fact that it's probably permanent.

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Comments

[hardwearing]

[ Wash never intended to leave an offering -- he's been actively fighting the compulsion as much as possible, but every now and then he slips and quite frankly, he's not well enough equipped to keep dropping bullets all over the cemetery. He's started carrying a pocketful of little paper flowers just in case.

This time he's out for a run when the urge hits him out of nowhere, so strong that he has to skid to a stop in front of the weathered cross marker. It isn't until the flower is already out of his pocket and he's approached to drop it that he can see the inscription on the base. This is Nate's grave.

Shit.

There's a sharp burst of panic as he tries to snatch his hand back but just drops the flower anyway, watches it flutter to the dirt with wide horrified eyes. Somehow it's worse that he's spying on his friend's death without asking permission -- nobody seems to want theirs seen, but he's sure Nate wouldn't. It's too late, though.

When it passes Wash staggers back from the headstone, breathing fast and shallow from the rush of the fall. He can't even say "at least it didn't hurt" because the death itself wasn't the worst part of that experience. No, it was the shattering of everything he'd believed, his trust violated, the sense of loss and betrayal. Fuck everyone on that cliff, honestly. Wash feels like Sam comes off worse than Rafe, but he didn't recognize Nate's brother... he has met Rafe.

Shit redux.

He honestly doesn't know how to deal with this, if he should admit what he saw or not, if Nate would be angry with him... what's the right move?

For now he's just going to continue his run. ]