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

[parodeity]

I'm not convinced you're cut out to be my top secret superspy partner?

[ MAYBE. ]

...You have any roomies leftover, or?

[messianic]

What, do I need to go to another interview...?

[...Either way, at that question he breathes out a slow breath, staring at the sky.]

... Now that Vriska-chan's gone, no... I'm on my own.

[parodeity]

Dude. You never said.

[ not like dave can judge. ]

Wanna sleep over tonight?

[ not like he's lonely or anything.

(he's lonely) ]

[messianic]

[Well.

Honestly--]

... Yeah. I'd like that. Let's do it, as soon as we can get up.

[As soon as...!!]

[parodeity]

We could also just sleep over here.

[ u know

out in the wet and cold

this is a solid plan ]

[messianic]

[Minato...sincerely considers it.

And then he sighs.]

We'd probably get yelled at if someone saw us here.

Also that doesn't really count as a sleepover.

[parodeity]

Guren would scold us...

[ okay. dave groans and hauls himself to his feet, extending a hand down to minato. ]

C'mon, dude. Let's go get horizontal on socially approved apparatuses, i.e. beds.

[messianic]

Yeah... yeah, let's do it.

[He'll take that hand tiredly, pushing himself up while Dave hauls him up--

And then they stagger off for a tired sleepover.

Nice.]