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 silent a spell. absorbin' that. ruminatin' on it some. there's a stillness to his body language that speaks to a turmoil of the mind.

gene left an offerin' on his own grave, for his own reasons. an' it's how he knows that reggie was in it, featured enough that a keen mind can parse out the fact that he ain't wholly natural.

rosinante's a kind soul, an' gene ain't about to live in fear of him knowin'. but he don't like the act of havin' the decision about it ripped outta his hands, neither. )

'Preciate you sayin' so.

( he didn't have to. but what else can he say to that? )

[callada]

I wanted to know the nature of the people I'm here with.

[That, and he's a bit of a hoarder of secrets. Comes with the job. Information is vital to any situation and he knows that well - whether it's war, or being trapped in a dark and unfamiliar world.

The vision he saw didn't make a lot of sense to him. Illusory men, and bombs from the sky are just as alien as all this darkness. But he's hesitant to ask about it right now. If what happened to him is too raw and painful, the same will be true for anyone else.]

You're a good man, Gene. And I'm sorry.

[preseance]

( that makes him stiffen. kyna'd come to him an' said it was an accident. five'd left it open to interpretation. but the commander is tellin' him, essentially, though not in so many words that he was spyin' on purpose. it immediately shifts gene's perspective of the man, an' not in all the most kindly ways. )

'Our nature'? Couldn't just suss that one out for yourself?

( his voice is soft, an' controlled in pitch an' tone besides. )

[callada]

[He could've lied about his reasons. He didn't. He has some respect for Gene and he'll take the consequences. He's spent enough of his life lying to people he shouldn't, even if this one would've been a harmless fib.]

Eventually. But I've learned that sometimes "eventually" isn't soon enough. If it helps, it's not like I suspected you of anything. It's just better to know outright.

[Not that watching people's deaths unfold is a guaranteed way of assessment either, but it's a start.]

[preseance]

( his jaw works off to one side. on a good day, he'd maybe be able to rationalize this. think it over some, an' come to reasonable conclusions.

but this ain't been a good day, has it? not for any of them. so instead, in a voice leashed with restraint: )

We'll talk more on this matter later, Commander.

( but if he has to stand here an' have this conversation right now, he's going to say some manner of unpleasantness he can't take back easy. better to walk away, which he absolutely turns an' starts doin' without another word. )