Event Eleven.

[awashmods]

"Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!"

he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful. And yet. When everyone goes out to greet their neighbors, to hug their friends, to shake hands or make eye contact or who knows what -- they'll realize very, very quickly that nothing about today is normal at all, actually. Hopefully nobody minds a little extra sharing today. Welcome to Awash's eleventh 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. Thank you!

Comments

[troubadamsel]

Yes. Not as Prinnys or anything else. Just themselves.

[promissum]

That... That shouldn't be possible!

[troubadamsel]

You're telling me! And yet it happened!

[promissum]

This place must be cut off from a proper afterlife. [There's no other explanation here.]

[troubadamsel]

In a strange way, it does make a certain amount of sense. See, there are people from the same world, but a different point in time.

[promissum]

[peoplediewhentheyarekilled.jpg]

So this is some kind of strange pocket existence? [He's not thrilled.]

[troubadamsel]

It would have to be, otherwise the timelines would be wrecked.

[promissum]

Do people remember what happens here when they leave? I suppose that would be difficult to test...

[troubadamsel]

I suspect not, but I have nothing to really confirm it. This place is... locked away, from all realms, it feels.