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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[dualtone]

Yeah, uh... what was your name? [ Was he supposed to have caught that? Fushimi isn't really sure how to handle this situation without being outright rude, so he's mostly counting on the fact that Dextera seems to be pretty forgiving as far as abrasiveness is concerned. ]

I'm Fushimi. [ Fushimi gets the feeling that Dextera already knew that, because he's starting to think he knows what's happening here, but he can't confirm it without a name. ]

[passio]

Dextera.

[ that's right... he's your "sparring" partner! highly receptive to assholery, and willing to forgive a whole lot of things in the name of finding a goal achieved, he can be fushimi's for the low low price of just not kicking him out of the house.

he's going to see this task through. ]

[dualtone]

Oh.

[ Fushimi doesn't sound excited, but he doesn't sound actively irritated, either. He crosses his arms, glancing away. It's probably a good thing he was already trying to be friendly, because the last thing he wants to do is alienate someone he's supposed to be working with when there's coffee on the line. ]

You're here for me, then, huh... [ What a pain... ]

I told Guren there's not much I'm interested in learning.

[passio]

[ dextera nods.

he's a bit more privy to guren's plans than fushimi is, so he can take all of this in stride. after all, he was warned. that look away doesn't bother him, nor does fushimi's clear reluctance to let this conversation proceed.

rather than writing, he gestures a little further in—should they sit down? ]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi doesn't have a single idea about Guren's real plans to get Fushimi to do (ridiculous!) things like make friends or not be the most negative person in existence, but his ability to actually comprehend what people are plotting isn't always the greatest.

What do you mean, "sometimes people mean well" and "not everyone is an asshole"? Alternative facts. ]

You can just leave, if you'd rather, but if you're already here... [ Fushimi shrugs a shoulder up; he doesn't care too much, either way. Dextera doesn't talk, so he's already less annoying, than, like, most people. ]

You can come on in.

[passio]

[ this is progress!

dextera steps further inside, glancing around the house—but guren doesn't seem to be home, which is probably a good thing. dextera wouldn't know how to conduct himself being watched, and he thinks it would probably be a little suspicious anyway. ]

...

[ he takes one of those chairs that they still have—for now—and makes himself comfortable, politely folding his hands in his lap and looking at fushimi expectantly. now what? ]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi sits down, easing himself into the chair a little hesitantly, because his leg is liable to give out on him when he least expects it, and lowering himself into a chair is more strenuous than he would ever have thought, before he was injured. ]

What is it you're supposed to teach me...?

[ He guesses Dextera could be a fighter? He doesn't really know. ]

We don't really have anything to drink, or I'd get you something.

[ This is. Awkward. How do you social? ]

[passio]

[ dextera shakes his head, gently denying the offer of a drink, even though fushimi wasn't really offering something that they didn't have. and instead of responding to that question directly, he goes for a different approach—even he doesn't think that saying he's here to make friends will go over particularly well. ]

Is your leg OK?

[ not what happened, but just a general question. is he going to survive this? ]

[dualtone]

It's healing. [ It isn't infected, just a burden, and Fushimi is still sour about it -- but this, at least, he doesn't try to take out on anyone else, like Dex. ]

It's from before I got here, so I'm just waiting... takes a few weeks. [ Deep tissue wounds and all that. Try not to get stabbed by your own knives, the recovery time just makes you think about the irony for weeks on end. ]