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

[necromantiae]

That is very true. I suppose I should feel lucky that they didn't take this chance to make fun of me when I couldn't retaliate.

( not that his family would but it's an easy, light thing to say instead of thinking too much on what might have been going through his family's minds when they had to put this together. )

Little jarring to see this, though. I could have done without.

[preseance]

( folks deal with mortality in their own way. they reach for gallows humour, because you ought to be at least as dark as the horrors that lurk in the night if you've any hope of fendin' them off.

he just nods a little, understandin'. )

Reckon most folk haven't enjoyed this little to-do.

( a slosh of the flask, just to get the man's attention. could be he's too distracted by the grave to pay it much mind. )

[necromantiae]

( oh, he's never going to be too distracted for that. he takes the flash with a grateful nod and, after staring at the words on his tombstone, takes a quick sip before sighing. )

Getting slapped in the face with one's mortality especially here is kind of like rubbing your face in it, isn't it? We know we're gone so why this?

( what the hell's the point? )

[preseance]

( he honestly doesn't know. he has theories, of course, but they don't amount to much when there ain't a soul he can ask after 'em. maybe winters or will, but. it seems cruel, when they've been trapped here longer'n'anybody. )

Some manner of test, maybe. Or some way we're supposed to atone.

[necromantiae]

Atone.

( he repeats the word and then shakes his head. )

I won't be doing that. And you? Are you going to atone? Spending time by yourself regretting all the bad things you might have done in your life?

[preseance]

( called tf out. gene sort of cants his head to one side, laughin' just a touch. )

Weren't my intention, no. Ain't much I regret about my life anyhow.

( he ain't free of sin, hardly that. but he ain't never been a shade in doubt of knowin' he's a good man, neither. that ain't somethin' this place can take from him. )

[necromantiae]

That's about where I'm at. I've done what I've done. People have asked me before if I regret it and...I can't say that I do.

( would he have possibly made some different choices? he can't say but he doesn't regret the trajectory of his life. )

So, if I have to atone before I leave this place, I suppose I am never leaving this place.

[preseance]

( his voice is gently teasin' as he says — )

Well, you got that buddin' singin' career to think on, don't you? Besides, bein' here ain't so bad as all that.

( he's on the fence about whether or not it's better or worse than bein' a ghost. but at least they can touch others. talk to them. have somethin' very much like life. his was different, because he could'a gone on home an' talked to his pa an' his brothers an' he mourns that opportunity. but nobody else but him would have that, wouldn't they? so then, this is the better choice by far. )