Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[passio]

…yes.

[ there’s no denying that it’s a weird way to say hello, but it’s also not exactly what he was trying to do. his reaction, however, makes dextera take a mental step back. ]

I’m not trying to threaten you. I just needed… to tell someone.

[espritdecorpse]

[ He'd been taken aback by all of this, but soon enough he relaxes. No matter what he's saying, it's clear beyond a doubt that this young man is terribly distraught.

He settles a hand on the man's shoulder. Gently: ]

Hey. What's your name?

[passio]

…

[ it’s unexpectedly kind, after the way dextera threw himself into such an introduction, and he deflates somewhat—a good thing, considering he was practically chomping at the bit to confess his crimes. ]

Dextera.

[espritdecorpse]

Dextera. It's nice to meet you, brother Dextera.

[ He keeps his hand on the young man's shoulder, patting it. ]

This place... it likes to get us to spill our secrets. But we don't have to play by Mr. F's rules all the time.

[passio]

…

[ it’s true. none of them must listen to what #FFFFFF demands of them, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re often compelled by forces far greater than their will.

he shifts, averting his gaze. ]

He isn’t… making me do this.

[espritdecorpse]

[ He tilts his head, to bring himself into line with the other's line of view. ]

Then what is?

[passio]

[ dextera shrinks away a little more, uncertain how to react when someone gets so thoroughly in his space. it’s nothing against him, it’s just—strange. awkward. ]

Myself. I want to.

[espritdecorpse]

[ The urge to confess, to unburden oneself of one's manifold sins, he knows it well. He allows Dextera to shrink away, but maintains his steady, kindly gaze. ]

Then, that's fine. You can tell me anything you want to. I won't judge you. I'm in no position to do so, anyway.

[passio]

There’s nothing you could have done… that would make you worse than me.

[ dextera says that without weight or burden, but he does exhale quietly. wei wuxian is trying to help. ]

But that’s what I want people to know. I’ve been hiding it.

[espritdecorpse]

[ Since Dextera seems determined to confess, all he can do is ask helplessly: ]

What happened? Why did you do it?

[passio]

That’s… a long story.

[ the number of details in it alone would probably have wei wuxian throwing up his hands and backing out before even addressing the gravity of dextera’s sins, so he seems like he’s going to leave that there—but after a beat, he continues. ]

But I wanted to live. That was my crime. At any cost, I wanted to live.