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 had been determined to disperse all these offerings, if only because it seems so wrong to throw them out or ignore them, but all it takes is that cigarette so simply offered along with Gene's matter-of-fact statement about his death to make Jesse's whole body language sag. He stares at Gene for just a moment. A tiny acknowledging, sombre nod. He lifts a sheepishly grateful hand, trembling slightly, towards the cigarette and takes it. God, he's tired. He's on edge, but so tired. He takes a trudging step across to a rock jutting out of the ground and slumps down on it, his grip on the things he's clutching going slack so everything sinks down onto his lap. He brings the cigarette up to his mouth for a shakily desperate drag. ]

I don't know, either. [ Uttered after the nicotine is pulled deep down into his lungs. Smoke curls around his words, and he breathes out the rest before continuing: ] Why this place is messin' with everyone like this. It's like— It's like it's wantin' us to honour the dead, but rubbin' our faces in it at the same time. Like dogs.

[preseance]

( he trails after, an' sits down cross-legged on the ground a short distance away. givin' him space, but remainin' a lingering presence. )

Well... there ain't nothin' that says it speaks to a human understandin'. Could be the powers-that-be thought they were helpin', you know? Offerin' us some way to cope.

( he'd relived his own death. stepped back into that moment. he wanted to know if mal survived. if his boys were okay. he wanted to see them again, an' reggie, an' pay his respects to them as best he could in his own way. it may be the last time he could ever see any of 'em again, an' knowin' he was goin' to his own death was a small price to pay for that. but he doubts the experience has been so kind to other folk. to men like jesse, who died rough an' hard an' cruel besides, if he had to guess at it.

gene reaches out an' just touches jesse's knee a bit, usin' it as a point of contact to gesture for that cigarette back. )

S'my last one, we better savour it. Won't be gettin' more a spell.