logsinthenight | EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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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[Rastus's shrine is very simple: Three foot-long sticks leaned against each other to form a rough pyramid with one ragged red feather balanced at the apex. If you decide to leave an offering...

You are asleep. You are dreaming of a swamp and of alligators and of fireflies sparkling over the Spanish moss. It is warm. Then it is cold. Then you wake up on the ferry. Then you hear the foghorn.

If you'd like to talk to Rastus about this vision, he can be found not too far away, watching over the bonfire. As always.]

[ooc: if you just want the vision and don't want to chat with him, that's fine! just drop me a note here to let me know what offering you've left.]

[Ignis doesn't know if Rastus would even like Ignis' offering- do half-crows even eat cookies? Regardless, he leaves the package at his shrine, as a small token of appreciation. He does, after all, keep the bonfire safe. Maybe the only reason they are still up and about this place and not hiding in some corners like rats.

The vision of Rastus' death is not what he expected. It was peaceful and mellow... did he die in his sleep? A peaceful way to go. He looks over to him and slowly approaches him.]

The vision I got... may I ask, where are you from, Rastus?

[Rastus will love the cookies when he gets them. He is not used to receiving gifts! How nice!

But for the moment, he blinks at Ignis's question.]

I am from Veil Sketh. That is in a place called the Everglades. That is in a world called Earth. What vision? Have you left an offering?

[Then Ignis is glad he left them there for him. He enjoys when others like what he prepares.

He pushes his glasses up as he takes a seat.]

I... have. I felt compelled to do so. [Like with many other shrines.] It wasn't very clear, however.

[He wants to ask for some clarification, but he understands if Rastus doesn't want to further elaborate on it.]

( he won't leave them on the grave, but he'll go seek out rastus and give him a little handful of shiny german coins.

i mean, they're probably from dead bodies, but that seems thematically appropriate. he'll mention that it's an offering he would've made but he's Not About That Privacy Invasion so he's just, you know, cutting out the middle man. it tracks. )

[Rastus appreciates you, Gene! These are his new favorite coins. He will add them to his collection, he tells Gene, revealing a long necklace of coins and twine (right next to his necklace of keys and necklace of can tabs and his necklace of foil yogurt cup lids).]

( mental note henceforth to save all shiny things for rastus. 👌 )

⟪ Curiosity had driven her –– Rastus is unlike any being she has encountered, and by R'hllor, there had been many, most far more fearsome than he. It's a wreath of herbs she leaves him, unsure of what else he would want until she sees a vision.

It's... sympathy, then. To die cold is a dreadful thing, and truly, she can't make much sense of the vision beside this simple fact. He seems a creature given to the flames, much like she is –– so how terrifying can this be?

Oh, mind, she is terribly unsure of this, but she seeks him out by the fire anyway, for one not keeping her utmost distance, offering him a blanket, this time. It's summer, of course, he won't need it now, but –– ⟫

I saw. ⟪ An incline of her head, towards the offering. ⟫ I hope you will never have to feel the cold like this again.

Mraw?

[He takes the blanket after a long moment of studying it carefully. Oh, it's soft. He thumbs at the fabric.]

I felt nothing. I remember nothing. I slept and then I woke up here. It was not as bad as some.

[He glances over the blanket again.]

Is this payment? Do you want something? I can get things. I am Rastus.

⟪ The idea of falling asleep and then never rising again is, truth be told, just as terrifying to her as some of the worst of what she has watched –– and more so than some others. ⟫

I am called Melisandre. ⟪ The habit of regular introductions still has not ingrained itself, Westerosi found something to call her, or heard her name from someone else. ⟫ And there is nothing I want.

⟪ That isn't true, there are many things she wants, but he won't be able to take the burden of dreams from her. ⟫ It is meant as a... a gift, if you will have it.

[ five left a candlestick in offering! ]

[Abrupt. One of the least informative he's found, and that's a shame given how much Rastus seems to know. It would have been nice to get to know more about the man's life before he arrived here. Or even a glimpse at a death that had occurred here, for he has encountered some like that as well. But the land he must have come, that place in his memory, from feels warm and comfortable. Looks beautiful. It makes him nostalgic for a place he never knew.

Rosinante is not here to chat. As quickly as the vision comes, it is over, and he slips away before Rastus can catch him having looked, leaving only a few smooth quartz-banded pebbles from the shore behind.]

[Annie left two polished-shiny dimes at the shrine.]

[Hi, Rastus. Mary's back and she's making those noises again. It's been rough. It's dark and scary and she hasn't been doing as good a job protecting her grave as she'd like, and she's exhausted, her lantern is dim from her refusal to sleep, and she's been strangled recently! So...just for a moment, she decides to go see a good bird, running straight to latch onto him.]

I hate this!

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