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

[scooptimistic]

Eh. I've heard it before!

[ and has she similarly disregarded it, absolutely. ]

[ditherer]

[maya...]

That doesn't mean it should be repeated.

[scooptimistic]

[ She just laughs, quietly, plunking her chin on his shoulder. ]

Maybe not. Well, if you don't want to say it, that's fine too.

[ditherer]

There's worse company out there.

[scooptimistic]

You mean like those power-sealing monster things of yours?

[ditherer]

[it takes a moment before he recalls what she means.]

... That's a bit of an extreme example.

[scooptimistic]

It was the first thing that came to mind, actually!

[ditherer]

I wouldn't say I usually keep the company of those things.

[scooptimistic]

I can't say I blame you... they don't look like the nicest guys to hang out with.

[ To put it mildly. ]