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

[preseance]

( he shifts, steppin' between her an' the grave that's got her so bothered. he ain't got the slightest intention to do anything untoward, but if he can take her mind off it even a minute or two that's plenty by his metric. )

I was kind guessin' at the spices. Ain't never had much to do with, ah, Chinese? ( he always says that a bit uncertainly, like he ain't quite sure it's the right manner of address. ) cuisine. Ain't many of your folk down in Alabama.

( it's some sort of noodle dish, at least, no doubt a pale imitation of somethin' she's made for herself some time prior. )

[primordialerebus]

[ She stiffens when he takes a step towards her grave, watching him with narrowed eyes as she readys herself to do… something if he even seems to attempt to make an offering. Instead, he just stands there, as if trying to block her view. A good try if she didn’t have all these weird new powers, her grave standing out as a solid unescapable presence in her mind’s eye or whatever.

Still, she lets out a small snort at his uncertainty, even smiling ever so slightly which he might actually be able to see this time. Despite the lack of direct light, this is the most uncovered her face has ever been in front of another. She’s just glad he didn’t call her Oriental again because really. Talk about uncomfortable. ]

Oh uh… you did fine. [ She said a nod before shoveling another bite of food into her mouth. He somehow forgot the soy sauce, but at least he remembered the copious amount of peppers she puts in her own food. ]