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Event Two.

Dust if you must, but bear this in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go, as go you must,
You yourself will make more dust!

t hasn’t been long since you’ve arrived. The dust has settled, so to speak. And there is… a lot of dust. The town is in disrepair. Some efforts have gone into making it a bit better, but it’s going to be a lot of work, there’s no denying that. There are only a few livable buildings right now, and even those are prone to letting the rain in, or missing stairs to the clearly present second floor, floors crumbling or creaking.

So it is that after a week or so to get used to their new living quarters.... There’s finally activity on the forum. Activity that doesn’t come from any of the people living here.

There’s a stickied forum post, and in it, a single post, from a user FFFFFF:

All-endearing cleanliness,
Virtue next to godliness,
Easiest, cheapest, needfull’st duty,
To the body health and beauty;
Who that’s human would refuse it,
When a little water does it?

Requirements: Everyone

They only have a bit of time to try to figure out what, exactly, it wants from them -- and then things begin to happen.

Welcome to Awash's first 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!

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a --

[You know what's unfortunate? Walking past a house and almost getting crushed when the roof overhanging the front of the house just casually falls. Minato was walking, hands tucked into his pockets, when the shingles overhead come crashing down--it's only by sheer chance that he manages to dive out of the way just in time.

Maybe he crashes right into your character, or maybe your character has to avoid those shingles? Or they were on the roof because there are so many batman types here apparently.

Either way, yikes.]

b --

[It's been a long, long week of cleaning and trying to piece things back together; it's very Minato to try to help out however he can. He's been here or there, putting things back together or cleaning or helping prop people up when things get too serious, grim, etc--

But eventually it takes way too much of a toll, especially because he's.

Well, Minato.

And sleep is an amazing thing.

So in some random tucked away corner, he can be found snoozing away, headphones over his ears--maybe tucked against a random wall, by a pile of furniture that's been smashed to bits by an enterprising and angry townsperson... you get the idea. It's probably not a safe place to sleep, though, and there's definitely some furniture or houses squawking at him for it, pointing out his laziness and apathy and general lack of effort and energy.

He doesn't seem to care though. Wake him up? Join him for a nap? It's a little chilly outside, but it's probably fine.]

c --

[wildcard! hit me up at

kalisona to plot anything out, or if you have anything in mind, just hit me with it!]

Edited 2018-03-25 02:38 (UTC)

[This was tiring. Guren would love nothing more than to take a nap himself, but staying in his house— his roommates would hear everything. He normally didn't care about anyone hearing him being ridiculed, but when it got to specifics, that was different.

So, he's low on sleep, but seeing Minato out here in the streets curled up behind crates and a couch someone threw out of the house (maybe to shut it up?) is just sad. His sigh sounds with his footsteps, and he drops his jacket over Minato's sleeping body.]

At least cover yourself up a bit more so you don't freeze to death. [Whether he wakes up or not, Guren says this, pausing with a hand on his hip to give the nearest trash-talking crate a hard stare for what it's saying about Minato.]

[Specifics are absolutely the worst, he feels you, Guren--

But admittedly it's a little chilly, and it's an automatic, subconscious reaction to immediately tug that jacket a little closer, huddling under it. He stirs, but...slowly.

Give him a minute.

As for the crate, well... it's a chattery crate, like all of the Town's usually totally not sentient inhabitants. It's pretty pathetic sleeping the day away because it's easier. If you cared a little bit more, maybe everyone else would've cared more too.

Minato, for his part, just...yawns, squints at the crate, then at the coat his fingers are still holding onto, and then at Guren.

Give him a moment, he's...processing all of this.]

Are you awake, or what?

[Guren being here, staring down at this sleepy boy, is not helping with the noise problem at all. Eventually, some of the parts of the wall nearby begin to speak to him, too.

"Did you run out of energy? You're weak, after all. You're not strong enough."

Things like that, right now, to which he doesn't bat an eye.]

I'm awake...

[Minato murmurs that, rubbing an eye before he stretches. Sheesh, give him a moment, he's slow to wake...!!

And, well... he does have to glance over at that wall, brow furrowed a little.]

So noisy... [Sheesh. And then back to the jacket, which he looks at blankly. Um?] ... Is this yours, Ichinose-san...?

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