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]

( there's a showmanship to nathan now. he steps inside a story an' inhabits it with the tellin', makin' it a livin, breathin' thing with a beatin' heart and a soul of its own. when he holds the coin out as the pièce de résistance, gene reaches out to take it for his own examination. seems a heavy thing to die for. an' it was dyin', wasn't it? because that's where the story ends.

gene flips the coin over his fingers, an' then passes it on back to nathan. )

Wish I could'a seen it. All that history — must'a been one Helluva sight.

[nonscriptum]

It was.

[ Nate says with a wistful edge, something scratching at the back of his voice. He doesn't know yet if it's regret, and he hasn't tried to examine it too much. Like the ghosts that appear to Gene carrying the burden of unfinished business Nate feels the same longing, the pull for completion. It's different from the satisfaction he once sought when uncovering a city packed with ancient secrets. It's a kind of sadness.

He takes the coin, mouth pressed into a tight line as he rubs his thumb over the skull. Some paradise.

Just as quickly Nate tucks it away and recovers, flashing a smile. ]

Mountain real estate, beachfront views, the promise of freedom. What more could any aspiring liberty-seeker want?