Event Six.

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If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth 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!

Comments

[girod]

Like you said. [ He dips his head towards the ground as he floats down to settle her on the ground on her feet. ]It's just smart for everyone to help each other out.

[ He looks her up and down. ]

Will you be all right? [ A pause as he looks over towards. ] I need to get back, but if you need me, you can call and I'll come back.

[whichcraft]

Yeah. I'm out of juice, but I only just have to make it over to the house.

[She motions vaguely in the direction of the building she's yet to think of as "home", but where at least she's been crashing for the most part since her arrival.]

My own two legs can get me that far, I think. No flying necessary.

[girod]

[ He looks over at the 'house'. And then back at her. And then over at the house. ]

...oh. You live... there?

[whichcraft]

[That is not the multiple back-and-forth look of someone who isn't up to something. No, that is clearly the sidelong look of someone who very clearly is aware of more than he's letting on.]

...Yes?

[So: might as well take the bait, and let him show his hand.]

[girod]

Nothing. I just...

Know someone else who lives there.

[ Aka HIM.]

[whichcraft]

...Oh, yeah?

[SUSPICIOUS...]

I guess someone else does, but I don't see him much. Is he pretty nice?

[girod]

He seems to be a decent enough sort.

He didn't... mention a roommate.

[whichcraft]

That's because roommate implies social interaction, probably.

[...]

Realistically it's probably a little more like, I'm the weird hobo who lives in his house when he's not looking.

[girod]

Well, he did mention that he was leaving out meals for them. I think.

[whichcraft]

...Huh.

[Hmmm.]

How'd that come up? When you were talking to him, I mean.

[girod]

We discuss things often enough. We're from the same universe, after all.

[ Ahh, talking around being Superman and Clark Kent. His favorite. ]

I was wondering what kind of food he was making for dinner. Just polite conversation.

[whichcraft]

Oh. So you're one of the ones who had people you know show up here with you.

[...]

You gonna tell him you met me?

[girod]

I hadn't really made any plans about it.

Unless you have a strong feeling one way or another?

[whichcraft]

Nah. I guess just...

Eh. If you see him and it comes up, you can tell him it's nothing personal. That we keep missing each other, I mean. Two ships passing in the night, or whatever.

[girod]

I'll see if I can work it into the conversation. But for the moment-

[ He tips his head towards the outer regions of the town. ]

[whichcraft]

Haha, right. Duty calls. More falling damsels to save, maybe.

[She nods, and lifts her hand in a hint of a wave.]

...Thanks. Again. I needed that save.

[girod]

If you ever need another one, just feel free to call.

Most folks call me...

[ He can't quite manage to say it, since it feels... too big for a community this small, for a world like this. So- ]

Kal. I'll hear you pretty much anywhere you are.

[whichcraft]

...Sabrina. I'll keep that in mind, Kal.

[It's the name Dave gave her; it's good enough for popular use, she decides. Easier to keep straight that way.]

I'm serious. Don't think I won't take you up on it, because I will.

[girod]

You'd better.

[ He pushes up to float a few feet in the air. ]

I'd rather you not get hurt.