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

[chores]

( perhaps it's the simplicity of it all that draws her in. after all, aside from the missing blue triangle at the center, the headstone is not unlike her own. a number instead of a name and simple dates but lacking any... familiarity. any proof that someone cared though, perhaps, it is wrong of her to think that way over something that might just be showing them a small piece of their lives. former lives, she corrects herself.

despite her programming allowing her to react much faster than a typical human there is only so much she can do against someone that is very much, not normal. at least not normal in the sense that most humans do not teleport yet there isn't much of a reaction from her, no movement at all to five's sudden appearance. instead, she simply cants her head and lets her focus linger forward on the headstone. )

I can't say enjoyment is a word that comes to mind.

[fogey]

[ it'd be uncanny, her lack of a startle reflex, if he hadn't grown up with grace hargreeves keeping their house together. kara reminds him so much of his mom, and it's all in the small things he hadn't thought to remember, but hadn't forgotten either. ]

What, then?

[chores]

Just of how much your gravestone reminded me of my own. ( she says finally letting herself look away and turns just enough that she might see him. )

Of how I felt when I lost Alice. Of how much your mother must miss you.

[fogey]

[ he's quiet for a beat, then admits, ]

I haven't seen yours.

[ it's a funny comment for her to make, clearly has something behind it, but he couldn't guess what. not a happy comparison, but there's no such thing in a situation like this. ]

What happened to your daughter?

[chores]

In truth, I'm just surprised I have one. No one buries their androids back home.

( it's not, perhaps a thought she wants to linger on but the topic of alice? ah— that is even harder. yet, she thinks, perhaps it was better to speak instead of letting it linger and build up tragically inside her. what was it prompto had said? this was a second chance? )

She was shot. I told her we'd fix it once we made it across, once we made it into Canada but she... she died before I was able to do anything for her.

[fogey]

[ no one buries their androids back home. no, they wouldn't, would they? they'd probably recycle parts, junk others. he can imagine what diego would think about that.

he hadn't expected the answer to his question to be anything but tragic, but still, jesus. ]

I'm sorry. [ words that always feel hollow, but there's not much else to say in the face of a story like that. ] Shouldn't have asked.

[chores]

( she smiles, sadly and shakes her head. )

I just worry that she might be here in this place. Lost, somewhere, in the dark. Our deaths were so close together but― ( and she sighs, he didn't sign up to listen to her ramble about her wild thoughts and what-ifs. ) But it's alright. I appreciate you listening, Five.

[fogey]

[ he taps his fingers on the side of his leg, admits, ]

I haven't ruled out the possibility of other towns like this. There's someone I would've expected to see here too, but he's not here.

[ ben had died a long time before five, but if this is some afterlife -- though on the other hand, ben deserved to go somewhere so much better than where five does. ]

[chores]

I truly hope she is in a better place than this. Yet I still cannot help worrying especially when we know so very little about this place and especially those that apparently came before us.

( perhaps that is just something that happens when you are a mother? a human, too, perhaps? it was just so hard to figure out sometimes. )

... One of your siblings? ( it's rude, truly. she shouldn't ask but finds she can't help herself. )

[fogey]

[ human, five might think; he feels much the same way, when it comes to ben.

her question might be rude, but he doesn't seem bothered. ]

My brother. He died a long time ago, but I always wondered if I'd see him again when I did. [ he shrugs. ] Guess not.