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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[guideyouhome]

[She does too and returns shortly after with some sad looking driftwood. But maybe this is better than nothing.]

Did you have any luck? I got um... some stuff.

[theshowsover]

[He's also holding mostly soggy driftwood and some rocks.]

Not a lot. Everything's pretty wet.

[Unfortunate. He holds up the rocks in his hands.]

I found some flint. Maybe we can start a fire with it.

[He's never done it before, but how bad could it be?]