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In the Night Moderators ([personal profile] inthenightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2019-07-12 01:00 pm

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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[personal profile] spitefullight 2019-07-19 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He rubs at his arm a bit awkwardly when she says that. People are rarely kind...doesn't he know it. He meets her gaze again, with his mouth knit into a frown and says;]

I understand, it's not the same, but, where I lived I hadn't met many kind people until much later. [ He's not even sure what brings him to say it but; ]

It wasn't until I met my best friend that I found anyone that could be kind and so, it made me want to do the same. [ He could get into more if he wanted to on his reasons, but he feels he'd just start sounding like a windbag.

Instead he approaches her when she asks that question and reaches out to take her hand. ]


Yeah, it won't take long.