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

[originallutece]

Robert. Robert Lutece.

[Robert and Rosalind, and she only ever called him his full name, but the nicknames he'd come up for her . . . Rosie my Rosie, only ever in private, but he adores being sweet like that.

It would be easy to get lost in that. She might even tell Javert a bit more, although not to excess. But it's hard not to notice how stiff he goes when he says Valjean's name. How he says the name, the intensity with which those two words are uttered.

She wants to know more. But pressing too hard will make him retreat, and anyway, that isn't their way.]

Mm. One area in which his kindliness did not extend: his name. He had a friend who would never fail to get under his nerves when he called him by a nickname. A rival would do the same, albeit for much pettier purposes. Robbie sounds childish, he would tell me, and he wasn't wrong, but he'd get so petulant about it.

[policier]

( Javert won't know how to explain it even if he tried. It's all so new to him — this traitorous heart, these feelings. Even now, he's at a loss for what to do. He looks up at Rosalind, fumbling for a moment before clearing his throat. )

I can scarcely blame him. A gentleman deserves to be called by his proper name.

( He doesn't know what else to say. Personal conversation has always been a difficult thing for Javert, and companionship even more so. Before Rosalind has a chance to say anything more, he stands and grips his lantern tight in his hand. )

Excuse me, madame, I should not take up more of your time.

[originallutece]

[It's an abrupt end to the conversation, but perhaps he's right. Besides: she discovered a great deal about him in a short amount of time, and she ought to be satisfied with that. So she bites back her disappointment and nods, letting him go.

They'll talk later. She's certain of it.]