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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[withwisdom]

[ a very fair response. really, as long as they're alive and still moving, there is hope yet of the rescue. zelda knows the others will come for them. she doesn't even have to think twice.

but as to elizabeth's question, zelda falls into a silence as she tries to recall. her eyes close calm and without crease as she recollects. ]

I don't remember being taken. But I do remember a dream. My mother was a far away distance from me in a field of flowers, and I was very small. I couldn't run for some reason, so I had to walk all the way to her. All the while she called out my name. When I finally got there, she pulled me into her arms...

[ she opens her eyes and lets out a tired breath. ]

Then I woke up and I was here.

[extrapolating]

[ As soon as Zelda explains how she ended up here, Elizabeth's expression of general concern changes to one of open sympathy. She almost regrets asking, since that's... sad, she thinks. Elizabeth may not have a connection to her mother (she had only just found out who she even was before coming here), but it's easy to feel empathy for that kind of deception. ]

I'm sorry.

[ That it happened, and maybe for asking. Her sympathies are sincere, regardless. ]

I heard a... friend of mine. [ Or at least "friend" is the easiest word to pick without diving into a long explanation of the complicated relationship she has with Booker. ] He was calling for help, so I thought maybe he didn't end up in the well for some reason.

[ She shrugs, since it probably sounds silly, but that isn't at all surprising for Booker... ]

[withwisdom]

I'm sorry for you as well.

[ sorry for everyone here. if her dream and elizabeth's match that of others, then the sirens planted some kind of impression in everyone's mind and manipulated them to the shore. it's a far more sickening act than any other to this point in this realm. ]

The dreams were a cruel trick, but monsters don't have reason to be kind. Whatever they're planning, isolating us is part of it. So we can't let them separate us.

[extrapolating]

[ She nods and accepts the sympathies easily, but the conversation turns a bit darker. Elizabeth is quiet for a moment, thoughtful, but she nods again. This time, it's a bit more firm, since she's agreeing. ]

Right. Whatever it is, I don't think it's good.

[ She has a guess, but she's not certain about it. Parts of this situation makes her think of old Greek tales of sirens, but the way those legends went, it was singing. She's not certain enough to identify them as such, which, whoops. But regardless, if this island is that dangerous, then there's also something else she's worried about. ]

Do you feel... I don't know how to describe it, really. Weaker, I guess?

[withwisdom]

Weaker? Hm. [ she takes a moment to pause and assess her physical state of being, trying to be in tune with all the nerves in her body. ] The sirens did injure me while dragging my body here. Having to eat mutated fish hasn't helped my stomach.

But... I do feel like there's something else too. An inexplicable sort of force I can't explain.

[extrapolating]

[ She nods, since there's a level of exhaustion that she'd sort of expect from getting dragged to an island in the middle of nowhere, but it's something more. Deeper, maybe? It's familiar to her, but not in a way where she can really place why.]

I feel the same thing. Not that I know what it is or what it means, though.

[ Which is frustrating. She shakes her head, but it comes with a little shrug. ]

I guess we'll just have to be more careful. If there's something else, um, weakening us, that seems foreboding for why we might be here.

[withwisdom]

...Someone told me that sirens are known to eat people. [ she bites her chapped lips lightly, wishing she hadn't said that but knowing it should be shared. ] I don't know anything about them, but I don't have reason to disbelieve. And it would make sense with everything else they've done.