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

[callada]

"Oh, yeah?" He stops walking, and manages a smile. As sour as all of this has made him, and as hard as it is to go another minute without a smoke, he doesn't want to come across as completely aloof. Riku and his friends' hunger for getting out there and sailing the lake matches his own and it wouldn't do to put them off even when he's in a bad mood.

"He was one of the first people I met, it's true. How are you guys holding up?"

[equinoctials]

His smile seems a little less than easy, not that Riku blames him. The strain these markers have put on everyone at Beacon is palpable - and in cases like Riku's and his peculiar sense for the ebb and flow of Darkness (not to be confused with the darkness that so saturates everything in this world) - obvious in other ways.

"Alright, considering," he says, but in another moment, he looks speculative.

"It's been hard on them. Sora and Kairi. They..."

The words die on his lips. Riku shoves his tablet into his pack to fill the silence, struggling to come up with the right words when he... is so prone to going it alone at every opportunity.

"It probably doesn't surprise you to know they blame themselves for why we're here. There's others who feel the same."

[callada]

"I'm sorry." Yes, given what he's seen, he can easily imagine why they might feel that way. But he shakes his head a little, frowning. "And I know how hard it is to tell people that isn't the case. I've seen it before."

Survivor's guilt is not that unlike what the young man is talking about, even though evidently none of them did survive. Still, that sorrow from having made a decision and knowing in hindsight that a different choice might have led to a friend's survival - it's a hard thing to bear. It's one he's had to swallow before for the Marines he's led in battle. Every loss hits hard, even when he knows he can't shoulder all the blame.

"I know it's not much comfort that you're all here, since it means... Well, you know. But at least you're in this together, now, against whatever this place is."