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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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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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