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]

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.