Event Two.

[awashmods]

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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[troubadamsel]

[WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THINGS, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ARE WALKING ON BY. Maribelle shrieks, just barely dodging the furniture. Once she's sure she's not injured... time to scream at the window.]

WHOEVER DID THAT BETTER HAVE THE BEST EXCUSE IN THIS WHOLE WORLD!

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[brightlyshines]

[Oh boy... Estelle's in a sour mood already, so the screaming? Not so welcome right now.

She shoves her head out the window, scowling.]

Getting rid of some mouthy firewood, that's my excuse! What is wrong with this place?!

[troubadamsel]

You could have nearly smashed my head in! Now that would have been a much worse mess to clean up, wouldn't it!

[HUFFHUFF.]

[brightlyshines]

It's not like I knew you'd be passing by exactly when I chucked it!

[Estelle might have been more reasonable at any other moment, but not this one alas.]

[troubadamsel]

This is a town full of people! There is no excuse!

[brightlyshines]

A town full of people and haunted furniture! It's not like I was aiming at you....!

[Grumblegrumble-- aaaargh...]

I suppose I could have looked out the window, though.

[troubadamsel]

Yes, that's exactly what I -

[wait.]

... Haunted furniture?

[brightlyshines]

Have you not had furniture insulting you all day like the rest of us?

[She's jealous, if that's the case.]

[troubadamsel]

[Only because Maribelle's cleaning has been kinda constant since she first arrived. Like, insanely so.]

I'll have to hear this for myself before I can believe it. There are no such things as ghosts!

[brightlyshines]

G-G-Gho--

[Maribelle why. Why must you say that. Estelle pales a little, the fire in her lessening at the very mention of ghosts.]

I-It might not be anything like that, ok?! Hopefully....

[troubadamsel]

You're the one who said they were haunted!

[MARIBELLE IS NEVER AT FAULT FOR ANYTHING]

[brightlyshines]

I didn't say they were haunted by ghosts! Maybe it's something else! Maybe they just like to talk?!

[The words are almost a pathetic whine. She does not want to deal with ghosts....!]

[troubadamsel]

Perhaps it's a curse...?

[Pause, then a little self-muttering that's still clearly audible.]

No, that might be too insane, even for Henry...

[brightlyshines]

Curse definitely sounds more acceptable than ghosts, for sure.

[Well, it does to Estelle. She has her preferences, ok.]

[troubadamsel]

[Looks back up.]

... If this is a curse, I sincerely hope it was caused by someone outside of our party.

[Because she's not really sure she could really... stop henry]