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!

Comments

[stripedown]

If you're not too busy-- ... you look like you might have been busy.

[ Now that she thinks about it, she's never really seen Maribelle looking anything but pristine. Distant, yes. But not... quite like this. ]

[troubadamsel]

Eh, I'm all right.

[And what pristine lady uses "eh"?!]

Back to you. What do you want to talk about?

[stripedown]

Maribelle... um. Have you ever liked anyone?

[troubadamsel]

... As in a friend, or...?

[She has a guess what "or" is.]

[stripedown]

... More than a friend.

[troubadamsel]

... Is it about someone here?

[stripedown]

Y-yes.

[ Oh, now she feels bashful?? ]

[troubadamsel]

I see...

[that's troublesome in a lot of ways.]

... Why don't we sit on the sidewalk and talk this over?

[stripedown]

... Okay. But not too far.

[ She's keeping an eye on Damian the Statue. ]

[troubadamsel]

Not too far, of course.

[if Mari was normal, she's insist they sit properly inside, but instead, they sit on the sidewalk, dirt and all.]

There. Now then... what can you tell me about them?