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

[sulfa]

[ irwin had thought about several possible ways this conversation might go on the walk over here, but the response he just received - an apology for gene's own death - wasn't among the possible outcomes he'd considered, and it's reflected in his brief pause before speaking.

it's a relief - the apparent lack of animosity or hurt, the anchoring touch. wade glances down, collecting his thoughts, then meets gene's eyes again and attempts a comforting smile that's barely more than a slight lift of the corners of his mouth. ]

You don't need to apologize, Doc. You're the one who went through it.

[ he wants to ask about the SOE fellow he'd seen prior to experiencing gene's death, and the unsettling detail of his apparent ability to seamlessly walk through solid stone, but wade paces himself. right now it's enough to just know that by some miracle their tentative friendship hasn't been obliterated in one fell swoop.

he doesn't shrug off the weight of gene's hand on his shoulder, fully intending to let him keep it there as long as he'd like. wade's never been overly fond of being touched, but in this context, in the overwhelming isolation that comes with realizing that you're truly, permanently cut off from the living world, compounded by the depression and discomfort of nicotine withdrawal, the small physical reassurance is welcome. ]

...Your boys really cared about you.