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

[preseance]

( he's bore witness to his own death. mostly because he wanted to see reggie again, an' didn't mind the dyin', and hoped that he'd maybe be able to parse somethin', maybe, of malachi's fate. he weren't hurt so bad as all that.

he'd thought it was a shelling at first. now he knows better. sniper shot. right through the carotid. no wonder he don't have much memory of it, he'd have been dead before he hit the dirt. but reggie featured heavily, an' enough an' in such a way that folks are bound to know that it ain't wholly natural. he never used to walk through walls, when he first died. but the longer he's dead the more he forgets that.

only a fool would fail to recognize the significance, an' five ain't hardly that.

an' maybe that's the most awful thing about it. that this secret he'd sworn to protect, that members of his family have died for, has been taken outta his hands and splayed out like entrails across this new battlefield he's been... fuckin' drafted into. that, coupled with that moment of vivid cruelty on five's face, the delight he'd taken in seein' him pushed puts iron in his spine.

he don't move for the span of heartbeats. just a few. and then he keeps walkin' on without a word. )