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

[tropism]

It's a big responsibility, either way. I don't mind, but I also don't want it to be all that there is.

[ giorno slips his hands in his pockets, smiling. ] I take it very seriously whenever people look to me for any sort of aid or support.

[parodeity]

Do you do this kinda thing back home a lot...?

[ that sounds so responsible... ]

[tropism]

I do it often enough. [ giorno grins. ] Sometimes I don't live up to it, but most of the time I do - and the times I fail to do so, I always make up for it in the end.

[parodeity]

Sounds heroic...? [ his eyebrows lift. ] Well, most of us seem to have pasts "like that", though.

[tropism]

Well, I don't know if that counts as heroic. [ a shrug. ] I just want to be good at what I do.

[parodeity]

So like...what is it that you do back home, anyway?

[tropism]

I'm an amateur horticulturist.

[ yeah, well. ]

[parodeity]

Dude, that's still pretty badass. Of course, I may only think that because of the whole...gardening thing I've been doing. It's hard, man. Weeds never stop.

[tropism]

They don't. You have to work as hard as they do in order to keep the garden clean.

[parodeity]

I think they have some kinda conspiracy where they like. Undermine me. Specifically. Like, I dunno.