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

[evocation]

[Her lips actually curve up at that, almost a smile.]

You could have a kid! Technically that's dad-aged.

[nonscriptum]

You could have a kid too, but you don't see me calling you mom-aged.

[ Because that would be just plain rude, and he is doing his damnedest to be a gentleman on this otherwise shitty day. He pours himself a healthy glass of clear alcohol, taking a sip and sucking a breath between his teeth. ]

You okay?

[evocation]

Um...

[She doesn't actually want to talk about this, but then... It's Nate. She can't lie to him.]

I guess I thought I was used to this. After all the shit in Hadriel.

[nonscriptum]

[ He leans against her, a physical anchor, one bicep to another. That she says as much doesn't surprise him. Nate thought the same thing upon showing up, went so far as to assume he might have seen just about everything. What else was there?

Some shit you just can't prepare for. ]

Me too. [ Commiseration is better than pretending he has any remote idea what he's doing. ] Being fucked with apparently isn't a one-world deal.

[evocation]

[It's nice. Physical contact has always been the easiest way for Kyna to feel grounded and safe, and with her support system thin on the ground here, that sort of comfort has been harder to come by.]

Do you think it's going to happen a lot again?

[nonscriptum]

Honestly?

[ They're being honest. Even if it hurts to lay out the cards this way, there are things that need to be said, and he doesn't to endanger anyone - particularly not her - with undue optimism. ]

I think the only thing we can count on here is this place being just as unpredictable. But we've got each, okay? [ He tips his head a bit, seeking eye contact. ] You can't get rid of me that easy.