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]

( he catches it, though. that tiny little lapse in composure, though it don't amount to much it's still enough to make him smile an' duck his head some. )

I mean... I can't say I don't spend near t'my every wakin' hour doin' work of some manner or another either, but if you ain't one for readin' why trouble yourself about it?

( he can't hardly read two words at once to begin with. it ain't that he don't love storytellin', because lord does he have memories of sittin' at his pa's knee an' hearin' all about arthurian legend as a boy. but there are better ways to spend your time than engagin' with somethin' you ain't even fond of to start. )

[policier]

Because I have to.

( Javert never does anything for amusement. If he's not working or
doing something to improve himself, he's only just wasting time. )

No one would respect me if I did not constantly educate myself. I was not born in privilege, you see. My parents were criminals. Growing up, no one ever thought I was going to be any better than them.

( And in some ways, Javert believed him. That's why he had to make himself so irreproachable, both as a police officer and a person. )