Event Eight.

[awashmods]

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!

Comments

[pursestrings]

Hell yeah, fuck it up. [thank you Okuyasu] And put in some gross teeth!

[troubadamsel]

Language, please.

Now, when it comes to teeth, if they all look misshapen, it just comes across that you don't know how to make shapes. So, the best way is to make several good, squared teeth, and then create a long, thick, decaying one by filling it in.

[pursestrings]

[Ha ha... language. Nah.]

I'm not gonna remember any of that. Just do it and I'll remember how it's supposed to look!

[troubadamsel]

Practice helps the memory. Here, you try it now.

[pursestrings]

I'm pretty good at remembering pictures...

[But alright, alright, he will wield his stick to draw a new and slightly improved Ugly Face.]

[troubadamsel]

[Approving applause!]

Very good, well done!

[pursestrings]

[Ah... it's the first time she's ever approved of him... momentous occasion.]

Yeah, yeah. [JEEZ] Hang on, lemme finish it--

["Finish" here meaning he's going to write "MR. F SUCKS" in a cheerful arc above the ugly face.]

[troubadamsel]

[Enjoy the feeling, it won't last long.]

Hmmm, the last insult is a little... lackluster.

[pursestrings]

I'm just saying he sucks. There's ground to spare if you wanna go wild with it.

[troubadamsel]

[Pondering... then nods, and begins to draw in the dirt via parasol.]

In my opinion, a direct insult is barely worth nothing. Insulting a man's mother, however...

[pursestrings]

Yeah, I guess? I wouldn't really know.

[Josuke would flatten anyone who talked shit about his mom... this is the only point of reference Okuyasu has, so he shrugs.]

[troubadamsel]

[Ah, not a family man, this one?]

I promise you, it's universal. If you ever said a bad word about my mother, I'd shove my parasol somewhere unpleasant. But sometimes that can be useful... when someone is so angry, they become irrational and thus easier to exploit.

[pursestrings]

My mom died when I was like, two, [which is a helpful explanation, and he only knows Cool Moms besides, so the fine art of the "your mom" joke is beyond him.]

Mr. F's mom might be an alright lady.

[troubadamsel]

She might be a saint, but that's not the point! Look, is there anyone you love truly and dearly?

[pursestrings]

[Hmm, he counts on his fingers for a moment--]

Yeah, like, three or four, I guess.

[troubadamsel]

If someone called them, say... idiotic half-breeds who couldn't tell a donkey from their own behinds, you wouldn't care for that, correct?