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]

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.