EVENT LOG: GRAVES

[inthenightmods]

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

[withsadness]

There wasn't enough to share?

[She understands. Mary's dreamed of sunshine and happiness and freedom for so long...she'd fight anyone who tried to keep her from it.]

[equinoctials]

[ That's a question that seems easy - he could give a simple answer, try to package this up in a tidy box of what's right or wrong, but that's not him. All his life people have told him what he should do or who he should be. What he can and can't want. ]

Sometimes when you love something, it's hard to give yourself limits. People loved the light so much that what they had wasn't enough.

They wanted more, they wanted the light other people had. The greed in their hearts, the fear of losing what they had, these things grew and grew. The more light they had, the greater that darkness became.

Finally, it consumed everything.

[withsadness]

That's scary...

[They chased it all away. And then everything was dark. It sounds like it could be Beacon, or her own home, if there had ever been light to begin with. But then, she doesn't know if Beacon ever did have light. Her eyes feel heavy.]

What happened next?

[equinoctials]

It's easy to feel lonely in the dark. But all wasn't lost.

Because the light lived on in the hearts of kids like you, who could remember the light. And eventually those tiny fragments grew, and grew, and became new worlds. Full of people who grew up and lived out their whole lives never knowing that out there, somewhere, were places just like theirs.

[ Some of them stood on the shore of their tiny worlds longing for what lay beyond them. ]

The light. The original one that was lost. It's still out there, sleeping in the darkness.

[withsadness]

It's just...asleep? It won't be lost forever, will it?

[Mary shifts as she curls up, seeming to be on the edge of falling asleep. She does have one more question that comes out in a murmur.]

What if you can't remember the light?

[equinoctials]

Nothing lost stays lost forever.

[ He can hear the sleep unspooling the syllables as she murmurs them, getting up slowly to check that her eyes have closed. ]

Even our memories.

...Sleep tight, Mary.