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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[theshowsover]

[Sounds like himself and Akechi, though probably (probably?) not as potentially fatal.]

Alright. I'll keep that in mind.

[For the sake of his friends, he'll keep his chin up. He'll try to believe in himself too, as much as they believe in him.]

Why did your friend hate that?

[tropism]

[ hm, how does he best answer that. ]

I was new, in this circle of friends. I was also the youngest; he was one of the older ones. I suppose, as with anyone new, I had to prove that I was worthy of being there. Does that make sense?

When nobody else but one person knows anything about you, it becomes imperative that you make your mark. I have talent and a strong will on my side, and I can be very stubborn. So was he. We had very different ideas of what it meant to fit in a group; thus, our personalities clashed. But we both cared about the same group of people. We both wanted the same things. That is indisputable, and on that, we were both very dedicated to.

[theshowsover]

Mm. I guess it does.

[Though no one in their group ever really felt the need to prove themselves, so to speak, when they were new, he remembers what happened with Morgana as new people joined up. He felt like they didn't need him anymore, like he was replaced.

Sometimes group dynamics can be tough. But all that really matters is...]

But if you were both dedicated to the group, it worked out, right?

[tropism]

Yes. Somehow, things worked out for the best, in the end.

[ even if so many others died. he can't save them all. ]

Are you finding your place here as well? [ with others he's just met in town. ]

[theshowsover]

Something like that...

[His relationship with Guren has been a bit strained lately, but the rest of his friends that he's met... things are good with them.]

I'm thinking of starting a cafe. [He's already working on it, actually. It's a project, something he really needed.]

[tropism]

No way.

[ giorno looks amazed. ] That sounds delightful. And I think it'd be nice for people to have a place to hang out and meet each other instead of just naming the well, or any other random place in town.

[theshowsover]

[He nods, looking definitely more peppy with the change of topic.]

That's the idea. Another guy already has one for food, but this will just be for coffee, and hanging out.

[His friends hang out with him in Leblanc back home. He wants this to be similar; a warm, friendly place.]

[tropism]

Do you have a place in mind already?

[ coffee and hanging out sounds good. he misses the cafes back home, they just littered naples like weeds. ]

[theshowsover]

Yeah. A friend and I started cleaning up an old store in Ruga.

[Coincidentally, the same friend he's angsting over as he sits here. Ah well.]

[tropism]

That's not bad. [ a pause. ] It's good that we have so many spaces like that available to us.

You gotta let me know when it's ready. I'd love to drop by.

[theshowsover]

Mm. [He nods. The one good thing about this place is that real estate is really readily available...]

I'll make an announcement when it's ready. You can come by any time.