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

[rehabbed]

[ Jesse wishes he could dismiss the idea of Mr. White showing up here as impossible. He can't, though, because he himself showed up here, didn't he? And Mr. White would be doomed to the same kind of place Jesse would be doomed. And even more than that, Mr. White's death is going to be inevitable one way or another. Cancer has a way of getting everyone in the end, usually — although, knowing Mr. White, he'd find a way to keep outsmarting that, too. ]

Hey— [ With Arya stubbornly turning away from him, Jesse reaches out a hand to grab hold of her forearm, to get her attention. He gives it an insistent squeeze, wanting her to look at him. ] Arya. I'm serious. You saw him for, like, a second. Me, on the other hand? I've known him since high school. [ Even though he didn't really know Mr. White in high school, but the point remains. ] If he shows up here, you gotta promise you won't do anything. Not without discussing shit with me first. Because I know him. I know how he operates. You don't.

[facelessgirl]

[ That touch - it's simple and happens quickly but the moment his fingers close around her arm, Arya's head snaps around to face him as fast as a whip crack, the wiry cords of her forearm muscles flexing hard under his grip. She resists the urge to pull it away from him, but her arm still jerks in his hold.

For a flash of a moment, the look on her face is deadly. It fades almost instantly to simple irritation. ]

... Fine. [ She doesn't know what high school is, but she doesn't know a lot of words that Jesse uses. The scowl on her face looks like it might be permanent. ] I'll discuss shit with you first.

[ A long pause where she studies him, not hiding the fact that she's trying to read his fear of this man and his concern for her. It's surprisingly hard for her to decipher what his death was all about. ]

What will you do? If he shows up here?