Event Nine.

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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

[unghost]

I'm not gonna care either way. I'll probably be asleep until a day and a half from now, so I won't even notice...

[ He's free to stay for however long he wants, is what they mean. They wave a hand dismissively, sliding the tray off the table and holding it against their body while they give him one last stare. He said he doesn't need anything, and they're not the type to coddle anyone, but that does confuse them a bit given he insisted on giving them a blanket when they came over and they're... literally unable to feel temperature.

Maybe it's warm in here? They don't know. ]

If you're really fine, then— good night. [ uncertain pause, ] ...And thanks for carrying me here.

[ and definitely NOT for any of that other stuff ]