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

storytelling & bonfire comforts

[voktys]

( ➻ rest your heart )

⟪ While she had spent most of her time in the church during the first ten days, now that the cemetery is gracing this land with its presence, she seems once again drawn to the bonfire like a moth to flame. Her knees are pulled to her chest, she sits as close to the flame as she can without setting fire to herself, and her cheeks are pink with the heat of it. In a way, it makes her look more alive – the unnatural pallor is gone, if only for as long as she stays this close to it.⟫

Scripture is full of stories like these.

⟪ Even though her eyes are still glazed over, even though the fire is mirroring itself in them, she is addressing you. The lantern by her side is dimmer than it should be, a tribute to her habits, but her voice is the same as ever – warm, with the lilt of her accent and a hint of secrecy, even as she speaks frankly.⟫

It does not feel as if we are touching faith, though.

[sunborne]

[ sleep also rests heavy on daylight's brow, having his own fair share of trouble when it comes to sleeping since the cemetery's arrival. mostly because his brain has been chewing on thoughts and memories and feelings that are both his own and not his own. they mixed together, memories and desires, stirring dull roots and synapses with sparks and seconds that were not his own but still his own.

if that last sentence sounded like gibberish, that's basically how daylight feels these days as he no simply tries to get his bearings and help others. neither task is an easy one. especially if the one you want to help is, in a way, part of the reason why he's trying to get said bearings back together. ]

...

[ daylight doesn't answer at first. he, instead, focuses on sitting crosslegged next to melisandre, his winglets fluttering behind him in a clear sign of concern for her. part a true desire to rest, feeling exhausted and tired to his struts. part of a stalling tactic, needing more time to think and to compose himself so he doesn't flinch or pull away from her during talks.

after a few minutes of thoughtful staring into the bonfire, trying to gather his thoughts and himself together, daylight looks at her and asks her something: a question born thanks to her comments: ]

Do you want to trade back-and-forth some stories, then?

[voktys]

⟪ she is old enough to have learned many a lesson in patience, and while everything about daylight is still strange to her –– no less so now that she has seen his thoughts and felt his feelings –– there is no fear in her anymore, not the way there had been briefly during their first meeting.

in a way, he reminds her of devan, the squire she'd tried to protect. granted, he was much taller, but they were similar enough in spirit. ⟫

I would enjoy it, I think, but ––

⟪ first things first. ⟫

How are you? ⟪ a glance in the general direction of the graveyard. ⟫ 'tis not an easy situation we have found ourselves in, I worry you may overstrain yourself.

[sunborne]

[ he seems honestly surprised by the question. he looks down at melisandre, his expression one of shock and his winglets drawing back as if he was afraid they would be a target for an attack.

it seems like a simple question to answer but daylight finds himself struggling. ]

I'm... [ he falls quiet, trying to figure out how to explains his thoughts. it's been a complicated time for everyone involved and day has been thinking about the topic of death a lot more than he would like to admit thanks to these strange days. ]

I guess- I'm a little sad for everyone else, honestly. Kept seeing that some - well, a lot, really - made it a point to start guarding their graves because they don't want others to leave stuff on it and I just-

... Do they really not trust us enough to just ask for their marker to be left alone?

[voktys]

⦓ in time, she thinks, she will learn to read his mood with greater ease, though she does think she has improved vastly from her first attempts. he is seems bothered, hurt, and what he voices –– god be good, he must be young, for this kind. awfully young. ⦔

Sympathy can be as sharp a sword as any other. ⦓ she does try to sound reassuring as she says it. ⦔ And friendship can tempt it more than anything. What if your death shames you? What if you did a terrible thing, before? Perhaps some are trying to move beyond it as much as they can.