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

[identifier]

[ nothing to say yet. even though on the tip of his tongue he's thinking of an apology. hard to say. he knows he couldn't have resisted. he was drawn in the second he saw the name on the headstone.

his own graves have been dutifully guarded. and what of gene's? common courtesy.

he thinks it would be better to do that than to say sorry i bore witness to your last moments. (he'd been tested on survival in the wilderness. but in the memory, it was cold like he never knew.)

he ends up leaning towards gene. forehead towards forehead. ]

[preseance]

( it's always soldiers an' servicemen. like calls to like. dick may be a cop, but there's a quality to him that gene recognizes from years now of soldierin' an' he's glad an' grateful for the point of contact. he just leans in, closes his eyes. dick's hand is still clasped in his, an' he thinks about bombed out churches in holland where he sat in the pewes with angel an' alex an' howie sometimes too. just like this. )

Helluva thing, huh?

[identifier]

That’s what you say? [ he chides gently. lifting his other hand to touch gene’s cheek. john grayson often would, in comfort. bruce was different. more distant. but when the nights were bad, dick would be clinging to him. lost in the folds of his cape.

he hasn’t offered anyone much comfort since coming here. and he wonders if gene received any, at all. if he let himself receive it. he’s a sweet man. sincere. but there is an air around him that dick sees. ]

Listen, I. [ shit. ugh. ] I’m here.

[preseance]

( some folks have that way to them. they comfort because it's their nature, like his pa, or because it's somethin' learned, like his ma. gene ain't sure where he falls anymore, maybe somewhere in the middle? but with dick, it feels like somethin' he might've been a natural at once upon a time, but had to unlearn for safety's sake.

gene accepts it just the same, canting his head into that touch. )

Y'could try somethin' less obvious next time, fella.

( it's gentle. a hat-tip to the fact that he don't much need the comfort but appreciates it all the same. )

[identifier]

Probably. [ gene is letting him. dick has forgotten how. he and bruce patched up open wounds. as he grew older, the words were less necessary. they understood each other.

he misses kory. she'd lay this out with a tease or a barb. she would know. ]

[preseance]

( gene lifts his hand up, lets it catch briefly on the back of dick's neck, soft acceptance an' gratitude before he drops it away. )

You a family man, Dick?

( he's nearin' in on thirty. it's near-unheard of for folks in gene's time not to have a missus by then. he just assumes that's how it is. )

[identifier]

[ gentle touch. grief wells up unbidden. he has never had any choice over when it strikes him. the memories of his family have never faded. ]

I don't think so. [ he is more honest than he thought. he is not good with kids.

but he has two. picking them up like strays. taking them under his wing. ]

But I have two... I'm responsible for them. He's Gar, and she's Rachel. [ kory is complicated. harder to explain.

(too much to hope for.) ]