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

[atomicals]

Hey man. My whole, like, thing is to make sure things don't light on fire.

[Hunk sniffs, affecting an offended tone that Keith would ever doubt him. Wow.

He shifts a little closer to him, however, sighing in relief as the warmth builds.]

It'll start getting colder out soon too.

[lonered]

I didn't know that was your thing. But it sounds like something that should be your thing.

[That tracks. Keith can buy that. But he still worries about Hunk definitely lighting his bed on fire with an old fashioned bed warmer.

He makes a face at the last thing Hunk says.]

...it will. Ugh. I hate cold. [Give him the desert.] So much.

[atomicals]

Hey, engineer so it's kind of a part of the gig.

[Hunk makes a gesture, probably, the blankets just kind of move a little. He's closed his eyes by now, tired but content enough, reassured if you will.]

But don't worry, Keith. We'll keep warm.

[Yawnnn.]

[lonered]

Huh. I guess that's a point. Fire would be... bad. For engineering.

[That remarkable and profound statement is the reason he's a pilot, you see. But oh well. He's a comfy pilot right now. The warmth is building beneath the pile of blankets and Hunk's bed is a pretty great place, as place's go.

So. He might unconsciously scoot in a little closer.]

Right. There's a fireplace. And blankets. And those things.

[atomicals]

[Unconscious or not, Hunk welcomes it. It's comfortable and he's growing too sleepy to really focus all too much on what's going on.

Or... talking. Or anything at all.]

Mmhmm. Those things. And me. I'm warm.

[nah he doesn't know what he's saying] We'll survive. No prob.

[lonered]

[Keith is awake enough to know what he's hearing though and for just a minute he looks surprised by the words.

But.]

Yeah. You are.

[And it's... really nice actually. Whatever. He's just going to shut his eyes and enjoy how warm it is.]

[atomicals]

[Hunk smiles absently at the agreement, his eyes closed by this point.

He goes to say something, probably, but it just comes out as a groggy hum as he drifts off at last.


If he slings an arm around Keith in that last moment of semi-consciousness, eh, no big deal.]

[lonered]

[Actually super huge deal. Because Keith's eyes snap the fuck open. But.

Umm.

Warm. And he hasn't been warm in days and days. And it's Hunk, and he trusts Hunk. And he likes Hunk. And...

No okay it's not a big deal, it's actually great. He's into it.

Keith closes his eyes and settles back in. Maybe a little closer. No big deal.]