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

[lonered]

Seriously, Dave?

[Really?]

Bad fishy. I wouldn't recommend it.

[Expect his yelp review soon.]

[parodeity]

...So, like, sardines?

[ is an exact type of bad fishy really RELEVANT... ]

[lonered]

I'm a little concerned at how interested in the specifics of this you are.

[Why Dave. Why do you need to know a siren's flavor?

Keith worries.]

[parodeity]

It's for science! [ it's not for science. but it looks like their battle is drawing to a close...mostly because the sirens figure out there are Too Many chroma folk around now and are beating a hasty retreat back into the waves. ]