Event Nine.

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Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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rescue set up

[atomicals]

[At first what Guren gets is a thumbs-up from this guy in his--well, it's a space suit. Of some kind. But then Hunk stops fiddling with every single thing and making sure his ship is ship-shape to turn around and face him.]

Twenty minutes. Sounds good. Can't wait, really, sooner we get over there the better.

[And, well, find out if that's where all their friends are. Hunk has some solid bets riding on this inexplicably appearing island.] Uh. I'm free for the next twenty minutes cause there's only so many times I can fuss with this ship, so do you need any help with anything?

[swordfucker]

Tell me about it.

[The sooner the better, he means. Ideally, they'd have more time to set things up, but Guren wants to get a jump on things. They'd taken so long to figure out where they were and prepare for it, and even now it's a guess. His eyes flick out to the water, to the faint island, jaw tensing into a frown before Hunk continues with that question.

He looks back to him.]

Hm? Oh, sure. You can help me take a look at everything, if you want. Two sets of eyes are better than one, especially when we're all feeling sick like this. [He looks to the other groups formed.]

It looks like things are wrapping up, though. It's just mental preparation, now.

[atomicals]

The mental preparation of, uh, plunging into unknown dangers? Not knowing if everyone'll be there, if they'll be okay? That's what I've been kind of doing. I'm sort of there.

[He sure sounds like he's been thinking about dangers a lot. Though despite the nervous edge to his voice he looks out toward the island with furrowed brows, shifting on his feet with arms crossing over his chest.

Gonna go either way. He's sure his friends would do the same for him.]

[swordfucker]

[Guren watches Hunk sympathetically. The reality of any "battle" is that friends— family— can die. That there may be casualties. He can't erase that, no matter how much he wants to, but—]

I've got your back.

[He holds out his hand, if Hunk is the type for a manly hand grip. He knows they don't know each other, and so this is weird to come from him, but he's been trying to organize all of this and do what he can, so...]

All of us do. It's not easy, but with a group like this, we can help them. Whoever we can save, we'll do it, without leaving anyone behind, no matter what it is that's happening over there.

[...]

I'm Guren, by the way. Guren Ichinose.

[atomicals]

[Manly hand grip go. Hunk's often the type to grab friends in hugs and no-one's really cool enough in their crew to grip hands as such but it's definitely welcome.]

Yeah. Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I'm not used to being part of a group like this who I don't know all that well. [It's weird not to have at least one of his teammates here, but Keith is off and disappeared and Hunk's feeling pretty solitary.]

Ah, and name's Hunk. Hi. Swear I'm better company when things aren't freaking out here.

[swordfucker]

I'd say the same, but I'm never good company.

[Guren please. Still, he glances from Hunk to the rest of the group working on their rafts and supplies, placing a hand on his hip.]

You may not know them yet, but they're easy to get close to. We're all family here, since we're all in this together. Everyone understands that in their own way, I think. So try not to worry too much, if you can help it.

Are there people you're more familiar with missing?

[atomicals]

Yeah. Keith-- we're from the same place, same team, roommates...

[Hunk's eyebrows knit almost at once, giving away a clear worry.]

I woke up and poof, gone. Which is weird and I was worried right away. [His shoulders slump.]

[swordfucker]

Keith.

[He remembers him. Even if they only spoke a couple of times, of course he does. Guren frowns.]

But he always seemed like a fairly competent guy, even if he didn't have the best confidence in himself. If people like that are the ones missing, at least we can hope that they're all working together, too.

[atomicals]

Yeah, I'm sure they are.

[Still, he shoots worried glances over his shoulder--right toward that distant island.]

Keith's good at toughing through things... I'm sure they're all working together.

[swordfucker]

Right.

[He's sure, too. He lets out a breath, but the tension doesn't really leave. They need to get going. Soon.]

Well, then. I'll check on the others over this way. If you can help, you can go the other way and check on them, too. If you can't get to it, it's fine, but I want to leave right on time so we don't delay any more than we have to.

[atomicals]

[Thumbs-up!]

Yeah, no problem. Divide and conquer, yeah? I'll start right now. [He's as gung-ho about everyone leaving on time, restless and antsy and nervous and terrified but that's Hunk.]