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

[parodeity]

So what would you say to them if they were here right now?

[troubadamsel]

Hm, perhaps... "You're not allowed to leave, without writing a note first."

[parodeity]

And advance warning of at least two weeks?

[troubadamsel]

Three weeks, if they're going alone!

[parodeity]

And then we maybe deny them the right to go alone?

[troubadamsel]

Absolutely, we must have some standards.

[parodeity]

What other standards must we have?

[troubadamsel]

Hm... All apologies must be in written form.

[parodeity]

On gold-embossed letters?

[troubadamsel]

And may gods have mercy on them if a single word is misspelled or lacks proper grammar!

[parodeity]

Even if the gods had mercy, would you?

[troubadamsel]

Probably not. Can you blame me?

[parodeity]

Nah. A good scoldin' might make sure they stay with us next time.