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

[kungfuey]

Fucked up? [ Call a spade a spade.

She isn't exactly happy about her own death but it was long overdue. Hard to see a kid in a place like this and not be disturbed by it.]

They're very... [ Her nose wrinkles as she tries to summon the right word, glancing at Ambrose as it hits her. ] Enthusiastic.

[ Though granted, useful, at least when it comes to giving her whatever information they'd gathered but she was starting to feel like she had a pintsize entourage. ]

They won't be kids long at least. Not around here. [ Those words delivered far too casually for the darkness of their meaning. ]

[necromantiae]

That's...appropriately macabre. Not untrue but still not very fun to think about.

( his own childhood hadn't been much but he'd at least been alive. he'd had people who cared, actual family. these kids had people they didn't know who had their own problems. )

I suppose there's not much that can be done about it now since what's done is done. But, I do not envy some of these younger people having to try and find family with the likes of...me.

( it's not a serious statement. it's more an attempt at levity and lightness in an otherwise dour situation. )