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

[song_of_ice]

[Drinks seemed the better way to sort through all of this. The strange graves, the different deaths he experienced, they shouldn't be suffered without something to help dull the emotions and pain. And more than anything, he didn't want to think about his own and what others might have made of it.

He recognizes Scarlett, having seen her grave earlier in the day and made offerings. He slid a fresh drink towards her before filling a glass for himself.]

How are you managing?

[kungfuey]

[ Scarlett watches the glass slide in front of her, an eyebrow slowly rising even before she turns her head to regard the person who put it there. Recognition flashes in her eyes, enough to suggest he might not have been the only one to have made an offering at a grave recently, especially seeing as they'd technically never met before. ]

I'm managing. [ Her tone indifferent as she raises her glass, tilting it towards him by way of thanks. ] If this is the worst they've got I can't say I'm too worried.

[song_of_ice]

Do you think this is some sort of test or game?

[It's not as though they could confront the person behind it. They apparently had the power to remove this world entirely, keeping them under their thumb. Was this even their doing or some sort of power in this world? They were dead and these were the ghosts of their lives.

He downed his drink quickly, pouring another for himself.]

It's been affecting others. You've come to terms with your death?

[kungfuey]

Test? Nah. [ Though perhaps that answer is more because she doesn't like the idea that it could be. ]

A game? [ She nods slowly, easier able to accept that scenario. ] Sport. Hell. Take your pick at this point.

[ Scarlett wasn't even entirely convinced they were dead, not with what she'd seen these past few months. ]

More or less. [ Far too casual about it, given the subject matter.

She glances at Jon, studying him quietly then lifts her shoulder in a shrug as her glass sits poised at her lips. ] I'm more surprised it took as long as it did to happen.

[song_of_ice]

[She wasn't alone in that. He knew death and this wasn't what he had seen before. The rules were different and it seemed that death was just another layer of life. They could be killed, they still ate and drank. It was a strange state.

It was sport though, it wasn't hard to see that. Maybe this should have been what greeted them first, that it took so long was odd, but maybe the full impact wouldn't have been achieved if they saw it first.]

I saw yours.