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Event Eight.

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from the cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but...

Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that.

You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you?

Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first.

Welcome to Awash's eighth 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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"Wishing to help people sounds like a grand enough reason to me," he reassures her, as he glances at the tent they have paused in front of. Is it hers? Did she, as Ochako-dono thought, live alone?

"May I ask, was your family also in this army? Or perhaps you came alone? I have seen many variations on that story in my time as a spear, and I am curious what yours is."

In a way. I'm going to try to take some things back into town. The common denominator, based on what people have said, is probably a partner. Someone else.

[Ahh... It's so much cooler down in the cave... Maybe he'll just say screw it and stay down here forever.] I tried to go out with some things a day or so ago. Only one thing made it.

I'm surmising the limit is a single item, but I want to retest the theory with a new variable. You.

[ Well. At least she knows he's fine! Problem solved.

Well, except for the fact that now Yosano's Fucking Pissed™. She smiles at his nod, but it's certainly not a smile that is supposed to illicit happy, good times feelings. Quite the opposite, really. ]

Great, then let me reiterate this for you: if I catch you pulling that shit again on any of the other girls around here, I'll take out those eyes myself.

[ Out of all the bippity boppity boobs he could've stared at, Yosano's definitely falls under the "bad idea" section. ]

[Too much, too soon, and Joshua can't handle this right now, Estelle knows. She was glad he'd started to allow himself to deal with these feelings, but that was something he should have been allowed to learn his way about at his pace, not.... Not this, and while a lot had happened in Chroma, nothing had been quite this personal, quite this raw.

It might have been a little longer since that time for Estelle, but she still remembered with stark clarity Joshua's struggles on the beach that day. His confusion, his fear, his tears--

Estelle doesn't know what to do but act on instinct, and she holds him close with both arms as he cries, pressing her lips to his forehead, soft whispers of 'I'm here, you're not alone' morphing, eventually, into equally soft humming of a lullaby without her really intending it to.]

[ it’s fine. it’s useless, but it’s fine—it reminds dextera of the music box he occasionally finds around the neuro tower.

now that he’s awake, he unpins his ribbon so that he can have a conversation without accidentally waterboarding himself. ]

I got another one… that lets me slide.

[ he doesn’t know how to explain this with signs, so he moves to gestures—pointing to his feet, and then motioning a straight slide across the air. ]

Like ice.

[She squats right down next to him and picks up a stick of her own, hmmm.]

I thought so. [Okuni sounds smug for no reason, considering that Okuyasu wasn’t actually trying to hide his handiwork here. This picture sure is Big.] This town isn’t big enough for two people who are terrible at drawing geese.

[It’s big enough for Just the One. She points at the goose.]

What happened to all the improvements you added to it? I want to see the dollar sign demons.

[Listen, Damian and Hiei are both short asshole murderers, but mentioning Hiei is too meta right this moment because they share a headspace.

Damian is, unfortunately, garbage and fluent in a handful of languages.]

I called you a Chinese vampire, not a Japanese demon. [Mei b4 Hiei.] It's not a washing machine. It's an animatronic. [Five Nights at Bruce's?] It's memorabilia for the person who owns this place.

[He's just going.............. to pretend he didn't hear the basement comment because this is definitely actually a basement...]

[Her attention span is like a millenial’s, but her knowledge is of an old-timer. She’s the BEST OF BOTH WORLDS!!!]

Telephone... [She sounds it out slowly, then quickly, then says it a third time just for fun. HMMM,] That sounds useful! Though I wonder if there’s any point to bringing it back...

[She says, like she has any say in the matter!!!]

[Sometimes his homeroom teacher shows up in a maid outfit to clean his room, weirder has definitely happened.

He looks around the store when they get in; it's certainly nice, and a lot more expensive than anything he could ever afford. His eyes gravitate almost immediately towards a display of leather jackets.

She should probably stop him before leather is all he goes for.]

What did you want to look at?

(Soccer?)

"Ah, that might be true. But if they are just weights, I can certainly help you!" He happily flexes an arm. His muscles are in good condition, even now!

…

[ dextera did not get this impression from her when he met her for the physical, but then, he wasn’t staring openly at her chest when she was covered up before.

listen, yosano. he’s a college-age boy who had not even seen shoulders until about half a year ago.

he nods again, frozen in place—his hand is still held to his cheek, and his eyes flick away once before he forces himself to look at her eyes just in case she mistakes where he’s looking. his face throbs. ]

Sorry.

[Ochako has made it a personal goal to pop through every portal in town, and this particular portal is... definitely one of the easier ones to find. And the interior? Hmm. Very nice, she thinks! A solid eight out of ten! She'll gladly stick around until she cools the heck down.

But alas, her excitement almost completely disappears when she hears that voice. Oh, boy.]

Don't worry! I won't ask for anything. [She slowly approaches the bar, offering the man behind it a warm smile. Kill 'em with kindness.] Is this a place from your world?

[ even dextera knows that this is going to be a stupid question, but he doesn’t know how else to ask how long trying “every flavor” is going to keep them here. ]

How many flavors… are there?

[ he’s probably had vanilla before at some point in his life, but he can’t recall the taste. he trails after her, keeping pace with her hungry walk to the food court. ]

Following your heart...?

[ Okay, Disney princess talk aside, Akechi does tilt his head to the side, only slightly puzzled. What exactly is that supposed to mean? ]

So you weren't following Sakura-san's instructions this time? Back when we were in Tokyo, your coffee never tasted particularly different from his...

[ Well, the times he drank up coffee in the Metaverse so to restore SP, anyway-- he never got to taste Akira's special blend otherwise. It makes him wonder, what made him change it now? ]

You know, I've never asked.

[Sojiro never struck him as the classic literature loving type... but then, maybe he really was, or maybe he got it from Wakaba.

Maybe he should ask when he goes home for real.]

I wouldn't be surprised, though. [It's not a very Japanese name.]

Maya, please...

"A game," he confirms, lifting his glass to his lips. "Personally, I do prefer ones where we would be required to bet... However in this instance, I suppose I can make an exception."

Once he's had his drink, he sets the glass down and draws a deck of cards from his coat pocket, displaying it for a moment between his fingers before setting it neatly against the counter.

"If you'd care to try your hand at cards, then you need only win to earn a glass. Each win corresponds to just the one glass, so I'm afraid there's no guarantee you would get any, should your luck be poor... However." He sets to retrieve a second glass for his guest, sliding it beside Maya as if in offering. "In exchange for agreeing to follow a certain rule for exactly one week, you may drink to your leisure so long as you're here... Naturally, you would be expected to follow the rule without question or further negotiation. It's as simple as following instructions, and accepting whatever consequence I deem fit, should you choose to disobey."

Why is this sounding suddenly more serious than it ought to...? He gives an innocent tilt of his head.

"It's your better option, objectively."

[Akira nods.] I thought that might be the case.

[Though, if he had returned to his hometown, rather than Leblanc... he's not sure that would have held such a calming memory for him, even if it came from before tragedy. But everyone is different.]

It's really nice here. It's good that you had a good time, for awhile.

Yeah. If I made it differently with him watching, he'd kill me.

[Akira can just hear it in his head. "Are you trying to ruin me with this?" Even when Akira followed his recipe exactly, he'd say it tastes bland...]

I do my own thing sometimes, for my friends. They usually have... more colorful reactions than yours.

[Like spitting it out and insulting it.]

[If he thinks this is uncomfortable, wait until he sees the mattress on milk crates that Akira has been calling a bed for the last seven months.]

Mm. I like it here.

[He says that first, because it's easier than talking about how he's doing. As for that...]

I'm fine. [Yep.]

...Yeah.

[He decides to just agree instead of saying that maybe it's better if he didn't. He does want to know what Dex lives with, who he knows, who he sees all the time. He wants to give them all a talking to, as well.]

It must just be something the town is showing us. An illusion.

[That’s an answer that’s not really an answer for Okuni who’s from ye olde Japan where planets and solar systems haven’t caught on to be a thing yet, but

She leans back from the glass to look at Kamui, eyebrows raised.]

That doesn’t explain anything.

[Because Okuni is Ignorant to the Solar System, BUT STILL]

How do you get all the way there from here anyway?

Mm. And curry. [He'll go ahead and offer anyway. It's more or less the only food they serve here, after all, and he does think Sojiro's curry is great.]

This is my guardian's shop, but I work here. Do you want something?

[He can make just about any of it by now.]

So it’s like a family business?

[And with that she’s sitting down in a convenient chair.]

What’s your specialty?

Sort of. But he's only my guardian while I'm on probation.

[So... it's not really a family business. He doesn't really feel like going down the rabbit hole of it he would want it to be.]

I can make most of it, but I like Blue Mountain the most.

"A drink?"

Guren seems almost surprised by the invitation. He leans against the door frame, turning to look back inside like it's difficult for him to put anything down. Of course it is. "Even if I say no, you're still going to tell me that I should, right?"

It's already agreement, really.

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I can't believe you let me write "worlds" instead of "words" and didn't TELL ME

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