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

[lonered]

There's a lot of them too. And those are just the ones we can see.

[And yeah how long could they sneak. It's a long swim, right? Since they can't even see where they'd be swimming to.

Keith shakes his head.]

Too many questions not enough answers. I'm getting really sick of that being the trend.

[bufudyne]

Keith, did you hear anything either before you woke up here? Voices, or anything of the sort?

[He's curious about it, whether everyone had the same experience. Or, at the very least, similar.]

[lonered]

...yeah.

[Keith glances away, brow furrowing as the memory surfaces.]

I heard my dad calling for me, which doesn't make any sense. I figured it was probably a dream.

[Though. Was that related to winding up here? Is that how they drew them in?] Did you?

[bufudyne]

Yes... my mother.

[Which, of course, Keith knows is impossible. Yusuke frowns.]

It's strange, considering I'm not certain I even recall what her voice sounded like. It felt like it was.

[lonered]

[Keith does know it's impossible, and he nods, in understanding, of a sort.]

I... I remember my dad's voice.

[Keith nods, but he's still frowning.] But I know he's gone. He died when I was really little. But even knowing that, I was sure it was him.

[So. What gives, Sirens.]