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Islander meeting- communal rock notice
Information gathering meeting for all islanders new and old. To share information and discuss what we know and needs to be known.
In the big tent on islet 4 (I don't think anyone lives in there but if you do let me know and we won't invade your home!)
On the thirteenth of this month. I've added it to the calendar rock.
EVERYONE WELCOME
[So it wasn't the best advert, but he hopes that people will come. There's lots of questions Shion has and the best way to do anything was to work together. Aster had told him about how everyone met to work out how to free those trapped on in Ai'Tuoh so hopefully they could come up with ways to figure out what was going on here and also how to help each other live here. He's not sure he's the best person to organise it, but he is doing his best.
Since he's at the writing rock he checks the other sides reading what other people have written, he also checks Muffet's list of the vanished. He has a name to add to it. He hasn't seen Akko in too long, had she disappeared? Was she slumbering eternally in the water?
Shion had never spoken to Muffet, was not even sure who they were but he was glad that they had taken it upon themselves to record the lost.
He scans the names, he knows some of them. Mickey. Another person who was kind and friendly. Shion wasn't sure they had just gone home. He would like to hope so but he doubts that it would be so easy.
And some poeple, his finger traces Asch's name. They wouldn't go home. He was dead, he had told Shion. Dead and not even remembered properly.
That fills him with sadness and anger, he remembers the last time he spoke to Asch. On those floating islands in the sky. How his family had made a grave for him, but with the name Luke. Not Asch.
Shion knew Luke, knew two of them. They were nice people but they were not the Asch and Asch was not them. This Asch was dead and now he was gone even from here.
A name on a rock was remembrance but it was not enough. Not for a boy whose own family had not even acknowledged who he was, who he had become.
Throughout the rest of the day Shion could be found moving between the temple and the islets, down to the beach and back up again to the temple. He's not really sure what he's doing. In No.6 bodies of the dead were taken away, there was not much in the way of memorials. He remembered one cold day in West Town, digging in icy ground to dig a grave for Dog Keepers uncle, Rat waiting to sing the song of peace. In the Tower there had been a graveyard, huge and sprawling; a grave for everyone who's soul Zo lost his grasp on. Morbid considering they were alive and out there wandering their dead worlds. But it had been a focus, a place to feel connected.
Shells. Aster dropped shells on the graves of all her friends. He figured it was a tradition in her world. But it was one he could use here. The beach had shells. Plenty of them.
He had a basket. Filled it with sand and spelled out Asch in tiny shells and pebbles. He put it near the temple wall. But it was not enough, the list had lots of people and now he had started... he didn't really want to use more baskets, but he had lots of coconut shells. Names written on them in chalk, filled with sand with shells. He lost track of time he was so focused on his task.
In the big tent on islet 4 (I don't think anyone lives in there but if you do let me know and we won't invade your home!)
On the thirteenth of this month. I've added it to the calendar rock.
EVERYONE WELCOME
[So it wasn't the best advert, but he hopes that people will come. There's lots of questions Shion has and the best way to do anything was to work together. Aster had told him about how everyone met to work out how to free those trapped on in Ai'Tuoh so hopefully they could come up with ways to figure out what was going on here and also how to help each other live here. He's not sure he's the best person to organise it, but he is doing his best.
Since he's at the writing rock he checks the other sides reading what other people have written, he also checks Muffet's list of the vanished. He has a name to add to it. He hasn't seen Akko in too long, had she disappeared? Was she slumbering eternally in the water?
Shion had never spoken to Muffet, was not even sure who they were but he was glad that they had taken it upon themselves to record the lost.
He scans the names, he knows some of them. Mickey. Another person who was kind and friendly. Shion wasn't sure they had just gone home. He would like to hope so but he doubts that it would be so easy.
And some poeple, his finger traces Asch's name. They wouldn't go home. He was dead, he had told Shion. Dead and not even remembered properly.
That fills him with sadness and anger, he remembers the last time he spoke to Asch. On those floating islands in the sky. How his family had made a grave for him, but with the name Luke. Not Asch.
Shion knew Luke, knew two of them. They were nice people but they were not the Asch and Asch was not them. This Asch was dead and now he was gone even from here.
A name on a rock was remembrance but it was not enough. Not for a boy whose own family had not even acknowledged who he was, who he had become.
Throughout the rest of the day Shion could be found moving between the temple and the islets, down to the beach and back up again to the temple. He's not really sure what he's doing. In No.6 bodies of the dead were taken away, there was not much in the way of memorials. He remembered one cold day in West Town, digging in icy ground to dig a grave for Dog Keepers uncle, Rat waiting to sing the song of peace. In the Tower there had been a graveyard, huge and sprawling; a grave for everyone who's soul Zo lost his grasp on. Morbid considering they were alive and out there wandering their dead worlds. But it had been a focus, a place to feel connected.
Shells. Aster dropped shells on the graves of all her friends. He figured it was a tradition in her world. But it was one he could use here. The beach had shells. Plenty of them.
He had a basket. Filled it with sand and spelled out Asch in tiny shells and pebbles. He put it near the temple wall. But it was not enough, the list had lots of people and now he had started... he didn't really want to use more baskets, but he had lots of coconut shells. Names written on them in chalk, filled with sand with shells. He lost track of time he was so focused on his task.