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]

Hey, hey, you alright? [ Wade says this from where he sits on the edge of the mattress - it's become readily apparent over the past few weeks that Rosinante has all the balance of a newborn foal, but he can't imagine crashing down onto coarse, low-pile carpeted floor to be comfortable whether it's happening for the first time or the hundredth.

He watches the commander rake long fingers rake through his thick flaxen hair after he straightens himself up with a frown: he hasn't seen this particular mannerism before, but then again, he's also never seen the man this drunk. Rosinante doesn't seem to be doing any better than he himself is, maybe worse. ]

[callada]

Yeah. Just... had too much. Trying to clear my head.

[Which is a broader answer than "yes I'm all right, I just hit the floor kind of hard" but more fitting, he thinks. He and the floor are well-acquainted. Hardly friends, but he's had less-forgiving enemies.]

We're both kind of a mess right now, huh. Too much death, not enough smokes.

[Or something like that. He's been more eloquent than he feels right now. With a sigh, he rolls his shoulders and tries to shake off some of the brain fog. No sense acting as pathetic as he feels. At least Mary isn't around right now to see them both in such a state as this.]

[sulfa]

Yeah. [ Wade casts his roommate a rueful smile. There's no point in trying to maintain the usual illusion of infallibility, seeing as Rosinante has now seen him indisposed and just gave a pretty good read of his present emotional state. ] You know, I always thought— [ What? That he wouldn't die? That it would happen to someone else? Not exactly; Wade had enlisted knowing fully well that there was a good likelihood he'd die, medic or not. And yet... it doesn't feel real. He's been dead for almost a full month and it still feels a bit like a vivid dream. ]

Hard to believe I'm actually dead.

[callada]

Mhmm.

[And will it ever get easy to believe? Maybe not, given this place likes to preserve an illusion of life. He doesn't feel dead. Knows he is, though. And Wade, well. Given how the guy went, there's no doubting that either.]

I had... goals, you know. A career.

[But he chose this and he doesn't regret it. He just hadn't thought he'd have to come to terms with the things he failed to do afterward.]

[sulfa]

[ Wade swallows dryly while staring down at his hands and wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. ] Me too. I was going t— I was halfway through my internship when I joined the army. That's a shadowing period our doctors have to go through before they can practice on their own.

[ But enough about him. Irwin lifts his head to study his roommate. ]

What about you? Were you always in the navy?

[callada]

[He nods slowly. It's true enough, since nothing of his life before that matters now. Certainly none of it should ever matter again, here.]

Marines, yeah. The World Government military.

[Explained with a half-shrug. It's a navy but the distinction matters to him. It's a matter of duty.]

It's all I really wanted, so I knew this was always a risk. I just... wanted to be there for people who needed a helping hand and it was the best way I knew how to do that. Piracy's a big problem in my world. A lot of island villages would get wiped out if we weren't there to protect them.

[He waves a hand as he explains as if gesturing to something that isn't there. Intoxication has loosened him up, made him a little more animated it seems.]