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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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No, I know. I was asking because of the 'see them again someday' part. I never really thought about it that way, for me it was always just when you're gone you're gone.

[ He doesn't know how to bring up what he saw when he made his offering, if that'd make him shut down or pull away. Probably not? Gene doesn't seem like the type, but Wash's fingers curl slightly into the other man's shirt anyway, a silent and subtle plea for him not to get angry. ]

I saw your friend.

( he does tense a bit, shoulders goin' still. when he extricates himself from the embrace, though, his expression is contemplative rather than upset or any manner'a hurt. he's curiously blank, almost empty of emotion or any sort of reaction at all. wash can put things together, he's a smart fella. an' then there's the matter of reggie walkin' through walls like a damn spook. )

Reggie.

( he says that softly. it's like blood comin' back to a limb, pinpricks along every nerve. but he realizes — he doesn't mind wash knowin'. he doesn't. if there were folks he could pick to tell his secret to so far, it'd be him an' kyna near the top of the list anyhow.

he closes his eyes briefly, brow furrowed with the blink. then, )

Reggie Holiday, yeah. My best friend.

[ Wash has, in fact, put it together. And he feels like he screwed up mentioning that at all, but it's too late to take it back now. He leans back against his headstone as Gene pulls away and sets his hands in his lap, picking idly at a loose thread on a seam of his pants. ]

Yeah, Reggie. How does that... not him specifically, but spirits hanging around, how does that fit in for you? With the idea of an afterlife, and being here.

[ Gene doesn't seem to be upset with him yet, but the questions might be a little much, so Wash drops gaze after a moment, focusing on his own hands. ]

You don't have to answer, you just seem way more at peace with all this than most people.

( last thing he wants is wash feelin' some kinda way about the line of questionin'. gene reaches out an' drops a hand against his shoulder, squeezin' at the muscle there. )

Not everyone leaves a ghost. An' ghosts, after they've made their peace, can move on to some other manner of place I ain't got no knowledge of. Maybe somethin' like this.

( he hesitates, an' then shrugs faintly. it's always a gesture that pulls the burn scar on his shoulder taut. )

Been seein' 'em long as I can remember. Every male in my family has, so far on back in antiquity we ain't got a notion of when it first started or why. You grow up surrounded by the dead, an' it takes the bloom off the rose, you know? Death weren't no mystery to me. It ain't somethin' you can rally against, there ain't no fight to it. Y'all go. It's just a matter of when. Bein' upset on my own behalf don't do nothin' but take away from the good I can do folks here.

[ That's a good way of thinking of it, honestly, but Wash... is having slightly different issues. He always knew he was going to go out fighting, he isn't mourning himself. At least not yet -- it may come eventually, but right now his problem is the people he left behind. Because he knows what it's like to be on that side of things. So many times, he was the one left standing, often despite his best efforts.

He's not going to say that to Gene. Not here and now. But the rest, he can. He reaches up and places his hand over the other man's where it rests on his shoulder, and admits it quietly. ]

I'm not upset for me, Gene. But you're right, we can try to do good here too. It's not so different.

[ Wash isn't sure on that count, either, how he skews. If there's some great scale of good and bad within his soul that determines where he'd wind up, he doesn't think it's tipped over to good just yet. But the fact that people like Gene are also here means this can't be punishment, right? ]

Looks like livin' to me, you know?

( they eat, breathe, forge bonds. the darkness is pervasive but survivable, 'least so far. ain't like anythin' so much as war, save they don't know where the enemy is or when the attack's comin'. all they have is each other. but that's all he's ever needed, too. )

You an' Kyna've already done plenty of good for me. I appreciate that.

[ Wash blinks, suddenly looking absolutely bewildered. It's not the comment about living -- he agrees with that, even with the weird conditions going on here he feels alive enough. Still sapient, still emotional, still himself even if he's as tied to his lantern flame as his own body. No, it's not that part. It's the latter. ]

What do you mean? I haven't done anything.

[ He won't argue that Kyna has, whether or not he knows about it, but him? He hasn't done shit for Gene to be appreciated. ]

You're here, ain't'cha?

( it matters. it always does. it's a rare sort that makes themselves available when others are hurtin' an' it ain't a position gene often finds himself at the other end of. he appreciates it more than he can say, no matter that wash thinks it's somethin' of no consequence. )

Sure, I'm here. Asking you for advice and comfort, not the other way around.

[ It almost sounds like he's scolding himself, or at the least downplaying that he's done anything helpful, but he's also smiling a little now. Because even if this particular conversation seems like it's been more for him, he's glad Gene got something out of it. And he knows from experience sometimes it's easier to focus on other people before addressing yourself. ]

I'm not... great at this kind of thing, but you know you can talk to me if you want. About whatever.

Oh, I'm just subtler 'bout it, is all.

( that's playfully said. gene nudges against wash's shoulder, an' then just. relaxes a bit, sittin' back against the gravestone. )

I know. Better now than I did, but you've always had that sense about'cha.

( he's a pretty good judge of character, all things considered. )

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