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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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[ It's true. He doesn't care, not about himself. Other people, though... If Mr. White showed up here, it's other people Jesse would care about. Other innocent people who don't deserve what Mr. White is capable of. Arya's cool, collected insistence, though, about Mr. White — it's so... eerily calm. Like Gus. Gus used to talk like that. Jesse shifts against the boulder to look at her more front-on, that humourless little sinister smile all but vanished. ]

Arya. No. You don't understand. This guy, he's smart. Like, crazy smart. He is always two steps ahead of everybody. Just when you think you've beaten him, he finds a way to outsmart you and fuck you over, a hundred times worse. He's like a snake. If he showed up here, it's me that'll deal with him. 'Cause I know how he works, and I'm the only person he trusts. [ Well... ] Well... trusted.

[ She blinks at him, at his doubt in her, feeling that familiar itch to prove herself that being discounted always stirs up. Calm as still water though, because he probably does know best. The vision was not much to go by, but Arya doesn't forsee herself forgetting it. Or him.

Jesse doesn't know how smart she is, though. Or what she's truly capable of. Arya chews on her secrets, considering all that Jesse doesn't know about her. All that she still wants to keep to herself. He does know one thing about her. She drops her voice into Jesse's own rough tones that she's used on him before, keeps it quiet so any others around them don't hear. ]

Would he be two steps ahead of this? Or... something like this?

[ The look she shoots him is pointed. She can do more. But she won't show him. ]

Let me help, then. If he ever does. [ She scatters the shreds of the flowers Jesse was left on the ground, torn apart by her idle hands. ] You didn't exactly do so great the last time.

[ Jesse visibly flinches at hearing his voice coming out of her mouth. God, that makes his skin crawl. The look he fixes her is almost resentful, rather than amazed; the sombre grimness of this whole situation far outweighs any kind of amazement right now. But that resentment is quickly superseded by a glum sigh deflating out of him at her next remark: You didn't exactly do so great the last time. She's not wrong. Except if there was ever a next time — if, for whatever reason, Mr. White did wind up here — Jesse would know better than ever to figure out a way to stay ahead of Mr. White's plans. ]

Yeah, and if something happened to you 'cause I let you help me, I'd never forgive myself.

[ She snorts at that. She can't help it. Perhaps it's all she's been through, perhaps it's the idea that this man she's just met could possibly care what happens to her one way or another, but it's clear the statement amuses her. It's a long couple of seconds before she realizes he's serious. Her face cracks into a sudden frown then and she scowls at him before looking away defiantly. ]

You don't have to worry about me. And you can't stop me from watching out for him, either.

[ She wouldn't feel safe with someone like that here anyway, but it feels like she's arguing with Jon all over again about how much danger she's allowed to be in. If only either of them knew.

But... perhaps she should drop it if he doesn't want to hear it. He really can't stop her, after all. ]

I don't want to think about what someone like that would do in a place like this. Not when they say we've all got to work together.

[ Jesse wishes he could dismiss the idea of Mr. White showing up here as impossible. He can't, though, because he himself showed up here, didn't he? And Mr. White would be doomed to the same kind of place Jesse would be doomed. And even more than that, Mr. White's death is going to be inevitable one way or another. Cancer has a way of getting everyone in the end, usually — although, knowing Mr. White, he'd find a way to keep outsmarting that, too. ]

Hey— [ With Arya stubbornly turning away from him, Jesse reaches out a hand to grab hold of her forearm, to get her attention. He gives it an insistent squeeze, wanting her to look at him. ] Arya. I'm serious. You saw him for, like, a second. Me, on the other hand? I've known him since high school. [ Even though he didn't really know Mr. White in high school, but the point remains. ] If he shows up here, you gotta promise you won't do anything. Not without discussing shit with me first. Because I know him. I know how he operates. You don't.

[ That touch - it's simple and happens quickly but the moment his fingers close around her arm, Arya's head snaps around to face him as fast as a whip crack, the wiry cords of her forearm muscles flexing hard under his grip. She resists the urge to pull it away from him, but her arm still jerks in his hold.

For a flash of a moment, the look on her face is deadly. It fades almost instantly to simple irritation. ]

... Fine. [ She doesn't know what high school is, but she doesn't know a lot of words that Jesse uses. The scowl on her face looks like it might be permanent. ] I'll discuss shit with you first.

[ A long pause where she studies him, not hiding the fact that she's trying to read his fear of this man and his concern for her. It's surprisingly hard for her to decipher what his death was all about. ]

What will you do? If he shows up here?

EVENT LOG: GRAVES

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