Event Nine.

[awashmods]

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!

Comments

[bittybat]

[Maybe he shouldn't mention the message was written in his blood. Listen. He hadn't exactly had the time to jot down a happy note.]

I could make it easily. [He won't know it'll be impossible unless he attempts it. His brows furrow when she starts wrapping his arm; he doesn't wince or grimace.] But I'm not leaving without Jon and the rest of you.

The sirens charmed people to get them to go into the water. They'll likely try to eat us. Mythologically, most of them eat their prey.

[withwisdom]

All the more reason I would never let you make the attempt to leave without a plan.

[ again - admirable bravery, but he's much too quick to throw himself into danger for her heart to bear. she wouldn't be able to even look at his father if she let him throw himself into the ocean a second time. ]

For the moment the sirens seem to be ignoring us. I liken it to the beast catching prey and then keeping it on reserve for when it hungers.

[bittybat]

They're trying to get as many of us as they can, yes. [The cut will undoubtedly clot and scab so long as he doesn't act a fool (good luck), and that's as much as he can ask for right now.

He turns his arm and squeezes his fist a moment, testing the mobility.] I always have a plan. [When he lifts his head, his eyes skim past her and to the island itself, searching.] I need to look around.

You need to hide. Just because the sirens are gathering more victims doesn't mean they won't take the time to eat.

[withwisdom]

I'm not leaving you Damian. We'll search together.

[ spoken in firmness, her brows furrowed down the same in an even line. he didn't really think he'd get off that easy, did he? ]