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logsinthenight2019-07-12 01:00 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-07-12 01:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- billy russo (laws),
- coraline li (jejune),
- daylight vis lornlit (melly),
- dick grayson (jin),
- hanzo hasashi (abel),
- irwin wade (lauren),
- javert (rachel),
- jo harvelle (dee),
- jon snow (rachel),
- kuai liang (sydney),
- m.k. (shira),
- melisandre (mina),
- nathan drake (alex),
- number five (z),
- peter parker (laura),
- rafe adler (sammo),
- raylan givens (bobby),
- riku (dubsey),
- rosinante donquixote (lauren),
- shadow moon (kas),
- will ingram (leu),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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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Okay. You...you can look.
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[Yeah, he'll really have to make it up to her later. He can see how difficult it is for her. He takes one of the chocolates from the package and hands the rest of the bag to her, then stands and walks the final few feet to her marker before placing the sweet down beside it.
He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this. This raises more questions than it answers. The world is made of her drawings; he recognizes them easily since he holds the paper in his pocket still. Or is this simply how the world looks through her eyes? But even stranger is her reaction to the girl with the lighter, and her connection to the portrait. Somehow it holds her life force, much like these lanterns hold theirs now.
The world goes black, and then the light from their lanterns fade into view again. It's over, and he's not sure what he's seen but nothing convinced him that Mary was the sort of terrible thing she seems to think she is. Just a desperate, frightened little girl in a world of her own making. No wonder she seems to fear being alone. He stands still for a moment, head bowed in thought, then makes his way back to Mary and sits before he can somehow trip and fall.]
Do you miss it? Your world full of colors. It's so dark here.
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No...no...it was so dark there, too. Dark and empty. So I made it less empty. I filled it with things that I wanted to make me happy.
[But they didn't, not really. Because it was all fake.]
It isn't empty here, even if I hate the dark and the fire.
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[She looks too small and too anxious to ask any of the thousand things in his head at the moment. Maybe some day when things have calmed down he can ask a few careful questions. He rests a hand on her back, rubbing lightly, hoping it will help remind her that she really isn't alone here.]
I'm sorry about what happened. And I still don't think it was right. I wish you'd had friends there, but I know you have them here.
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[Mary whimpers, but otherwise doesn't recoil from his touch. Eventually, slowly, she relaxes underneath the soothing weight of that big hand.]
I'm so scared that I'll lose them. That I'll drive them away or, or...or something else will happen, and I'll end up all alone again. If I was in the dark all alone again, I don't know what I'd do.
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[Which is not exactly the most uplifting thing he could say, but it's true. And she's too smart and too hurt to be appeased at the moment by claims that she'll always be surrounded by friends and light here, even if he thinks that's true too. He remembers feeling like she does, or something close to it - the loneliness, the desperation, the fear. They're both just a couple children who got a rough start in life.]
Actually, right now I think you probably need sleep, and maybe something to eat other than just chocolate.
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I can't! I have to guard my secret, no matter what!
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Then I'll get you something to eat. What do you like?
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No vegetables.
[She likes everything else.]
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yet. Whatever makes her happy.]Got it. No vegetables.
[He'll spoil her enough anyway by leaving the chocolate there instead of taking it as more offerings. Some people will just have to be satisfied with other gifts.
Forty minutes later, he's back - as quick as he could manage given the time needed to go find food at the shop and make something decent with it. Knowledge of his personal difficulty with staying on his feet means he's packed it all in a little box and then wrappped that in a shirt temporarily repurposed and folded as a baggie. There's sliced cheese and apple, a handful of crackers, and some sort of drinking bottle already filled with sweetened tea. Hopefully she's still where he last saw her.]
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But anyway. Forty minutes later and when he gets back, she's completely fallen asleep where she sits, lantern cradled in her lap and head lulled back, mouth open to the sky. So...at least she hasn't moved.]
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It's almost a relief to see she's asleep, because she needs that, too. But out here is no fitting place to get good rest, with people ambling around like specters. He keeps the bag of food around his arm and kneels down toward her.]
Mary?
[Maybe she's just dozing, but if she's as sleep-deprived as she seems then he doesn't expect her to wake up readily. If she doesn't stir, he'll just have to pick her up and bring her to the room at the inn. Encased in a sound barrier there, she'll sleep soundly and uninterrupted for as long as she needs.]
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