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

1. In Memoriam: at the grave

[callada]

It doesn't take long for Rosinante to learn the significance of the graves. One offering to one person and it clicks. It takes a little longer to locate his own: a simple white cross facing the water placed at the head of a stone plaque bearing the inscription:

Rosinante Donquixote
b. July 15, 1485
May the ocean always guide him.

For a while, he sits by it in contemplation. It's horrifying that it's here, it doesn't belong here and doesn't make sense - but touch confirms it's not an illusion. Is this what Sengoku had made for him? Must be. It's nothing special. Just another Marine grave.

Should anyone bring an offering while he's there, he'll turn to face them. No makeup today other than lipstick, a sort of bare minimum to look like he's made an effort. "Why do you want to see this?" he'll ask, sounding more defeated as the days go by.