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!

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[brightlyshines]

[Estelle glances over at Keith, shaking her head a bit like a very messy dog to get her hair out of her eyes before letting out a huff of frustration.]

Oh man... Don't tell me we were drugged or something...

[Estelle how is this the first conclusion you jump to? She rubs her arms a bit with her hands, trying to get some warmth back.]

Right now? Confused as hell, really cold, but more or less ok. Doesn't seem like I was injured when we got transported here, at least.

[Hey, being uninjured and mobile is an excellent thing, considering the circumstances.]

[lonered]

Drugged or... knowing this place? Some weird magic.

[Because everything is the worst part of every fairytale he's ever even remotely just heard of. He frowns.]

It's definitely cold. Being wet doesn't help. ...if we could get a fire going that'd go a long way to helping everyone dry out and warm up.

[She has a point though. Mobile and uninjured is a good start. Keith hesitates before scooting a bit closer, enough to lean his shoulder against hers. Keith has never been one for physical contact casually, but she looks freezing, and while he's damp himself, he runs hot. Maybe it's the Galra half of him.]

[brightlyshines]

Yeaaaah magic's a possibility, too. Don't suppose we have to put the beatdown on a wicked witch this time?

[This place was like a fairytale, alright... except they hadn't reached the 'happily ever after' quite yet.]

A fire would be a good start, but we need to find some dry wood for that in all this rain. And-- crap, I don't have my orbment.

[Which would make fire a heck of a lot easier to produce, but them's the breaks.

Estelle lets out a sigh, carefully considering her options for a moment, but when Keith's shoulder bumps against hers she smiles a bit. He was warmer than the cold stone ground, for sure. She'll lean her shoulder against his, an acknowledgement of the offer. She's really not all that warm herself-- a quarter of her body weight was probably all that wet hair right now.]

...Thanks.

[lonered]

If not this time, probably next time.

[The worst fairytale honestly. Like an ongoing nightmare. Keith frowns in agreement.]

Yeah the elements are against us, unless someone around here can do some magic.

[At least he's gotten used to folks having that sort of magic as something to consider. He shakes his head at the thanks.]

We just have to keep going until we think of a way to get out of here. Or the others notice we're gone and come after us.

[brightlyshines]

And without my orbment, I'm not one of those.

[She lets out a sigh of frustration.]

A problem we could just beat up would be a heck of a lot more preferable to this...

[Estelle, why are you such a hothead--

She's silent for a long few moments though, considering Keith's words and taking in the surprising (but pleasant) amount of warmth he's putting off next to her. Someone, or something, had dragged a bunch of them here to what seemed to be a rocky beach somewhere en mass. That could mean a lot of things, and none of them really sounded good to Estelle.]

That being said.... we're going to need to get a better idea of what we're dealing with here.

[lonered]

Right? I'd take a problem I could solve with a sword over this...

[Well, at least she's found herself an equal hothead here. But a shake of his head.] Not that I have my blade.

[Which he's extra mad about because that sword never leaves his side. It hasn't since he was a child.]

You're right about that though. The sooner we figure out what we're dealing with, the sooner we can figure out how to handle it. And get out of here.

[brightlyshines]

[Hotheads unite. They can mourn their lack of weapons together until they find some sticks suitably thick enough to beat heads with. Estelle nods in response to Keith, letting out a hum of consideration, before--]

Right.... so first things first!

[She'll offer Keith a hand, and if he takes it, haul him up alongside her with surprising strength for a girl her size. She's still cold, and she'd certainly like to huddle under a cliff and dry off, but she could do that later.]

We figure out where we are, why we're here, and what we have access to. Want to take a look around with me?

[lonered]

[It is definitely mourn-able. But Keith is definitely planning on improvising something so yeah, let's go find sticks.

And other things.

Keith takes the offered hand and stands.]

Yeah, sounds good to me. Let's see what we can find out. Better to not wander alone anyway.

[brightlyshines]

[Estelle pulls him up, smiling returning. Being stuck here sucked, majorly, but if she was going to be stuck here, better to be stuck here with people she could count on.]

Right! We might be able to find some food, or at least some good strong sticks.