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

[preseance]

( some folks have that way to them. they comfort because it's their nature, like his pa, or because it's somethin' learned, like his ma. gene ain't sure where he falls anymore, maybe somewhere in the middle? but with dick, it feels like somethin' he might've been a natural at once upon a time, but had to unlearn for safety's sake.

gene accepts it just the same, canting his head into that touch. )

Y'could try somethin' less obvious next time, fella.

( it's gentle. a hat-tip to the fact that he don't much need the comfort but appreciates it all the same. )

[identifier]

Probably. [ gene is letting him. dick has forgotten how. he and bruce patched up open wounds. as he grew older, the words were less necessary. they understood each other.

he misses kory. she'd lay this out with a tease or a barb. she would know. ]

[preseance]

( gene lifts his hand up, lets it catch briefly on the back of dick's neck, soft acceptance an' gratitude before he drops it away. )

You a family man, Dick?

( he's nearin' in on thirty. it's near-unheard of for folks in gene's time not to have a missus by then. he just assumes that's how it is. )

[identifier]

[ gentle touch. grief wells up unbidden. he has never had any choice over when it strikes him. the memories of his family have never faded. ]

I don't think so. [ he is more honest than he thought. he is not good with kids.

but he has two. picking them up like strays. taking them under his wing. ]

But I have two... I'm responsible for them. He's Gar, and she's Rachel. [ kory is complicated. harder to explain.

(too much to hope for.) ]