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

[swordfucker]

You're getting lost in your own head. I can see it.

Pull yourself together. We're getting them back.

[It sounds harsh, but of course there's his gooey center in there.]

[whereabout]

A blind man could probably see it.

[ Joshua is under no illusions about the general fragility of his mental state and the likelihood of people noticing. It's a dark and twisty hellhole in there. ]

[swordfucker]

If you know that already, then cut it out and focus. Don't give in to things like that.

[whereabout]

[ There's something a little bit...unhinged in his eyes. ]

Fine.

[ Worry about Estelle to the point of zonking out is being replaced by "murder everything between me and her." This may not be an improvement. ]