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

that icon is really cute...

[withwisdom]

Oh.

[ she takes the offered sweater, a natural reflex to anything offered (that isn't obviously dangerous at least) and looks it over with a smile. it's not really about the sweater, though nice on its own, but the gesture that warms her a little. ]

This is very kind of you. If you're sure I can have it...

[ she carefully lifts it up and pulls it down over herself, trying not to get tangled in the cloth that baggily sets over her arms and of course there's her damp and messed up hair. she pulls it out the best she can when she's inside the sweater proper, the warmth of the cloth taking care of the chilly day on her skin. ]

Aha, my, it really is comfortable. [ and she reaches out to take his hands in hers, shaking them gently. ] Thank you Michael.

he's a v cute gremlin...

[retrobeats]

[ he looks surprised when she reaches out, a miniscule start going through him that she probably feels through their joined hands. but then he smiles, warm and genuine. ]

Hey, it's no big. Like I said, I dunno how you managed a whole week like that. [ and then, because he's Michael, and he can't let any kind of emotional tension sit for long without feeling the urge to break it with a light-hearted quip or something, he jokes: ] If it comes back smelling of fish, though, I'm totally charging you for laundry.

[withwisdom]

I promise to grind it on the washboard until no scent remains.

[ because honestly, he kids but... she is certain she smells like fish and seawater and feels pretty foul in general. hygiene is not a big priority surprisingly. ]

[retrobeats]

[ with a breath that has dreams of being a laugh: ] Oh man, if ya do, you're gonna show me up.

[ now that he's firmly back to reality, the tiredness is setting in once more, now with a vengeance. but-- it's weird. his mind is still reeling now for a whole new reason, but he also feels lighter.

still Tired, though. probably time to make an exit. ] So uh-- I've gotta find Kairi and see how she's doing. [ and as he gets to his feet: ] Don't wait too long to get that bite checked out, okay?

[withwisdom]

Will do.

[ it is... starting to hurt a lot more than before. she should stop being stubborn about it. ]

Go off on your way. We'll speak another time.