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

[chardismastic]

[ Nate owes him nothing. Hadn't ever before, certainly doesn't with where they are now, but here he is anyway handing the notebook off as if it were just a matter of course. Rafe almost drops it, struck again with the kind of stupid that can only stare, eyes traveling from the notebook to Nate and back again before he accepts it. A phantom memory of borax tickles his nose as he remembers Nate's knuckles wrapped white around the cross, trepidation on his face as he sighed in exasperation. May I? he'd had to ask then and only begrudgingly received. Not that he would've asked for this— Why bother when the answer's obvious?

His hands are careful as he exhales sharply, a quiet woosh of air as he scans the pages. He catches himself a scant second before his fingers touch the sprig of heather taped to the paper, glancing up at Nate for... He doesn't know. Permission? To apologize? Some reassurance that he's just looking, not out to rip it all apart? Whichever it might have been, Rafe keeps his fingers to the edges after that.

A huff of laughter escapes him at the conversation atop Golgotha, Getsas's two cents next to the righteous. Another at the cliffside of death traps. He shakes his head minutely before he flips back from a fast food receipt to the monks' final diary. ]

Just swanned right in and bought it up, huh. [ No, the irony is certainly not lost on him as he rubs a corner of vellum between thumb and forefinger. ] Avery certainly knew how to get things done.

[ He could spend hours with this and probably still not be satisfied but. He knows how Nate is with his these things. So he reluctantly closes it and hands it back. ]

For as far as it got him, anyway.