Event Eight.

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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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[passio]

[ ochako has a nice laugh. it’s infectious, and although dextera’s head is still throbbing from the onslaught of unexpected cold, he can’t help but smile in answer to her. “ice” cream… he should have expected it. in fact, he knew it would be cold. he just doesn’t learn things until he’s experience them himself. ]

Heh.

[ he lets the vanilla spoon drop into the trashcan, and tries the strawberry sample with a bit more grace this time. he likes this one, though—sweet, like vanilla, but with a refreshing tartness that he didn’t expect.

like, well… a strawberry. ]

[thriftea]

So? [Ochako watches him as she reaches for more spoons, grinning.] Which one was better?

[Strawberry is probably the victor here, but asking is the polite thing to do. She makes sure to wait for his response before grabbing samples of two new flavors, and this cycle will continue until he a) decides he's had enough ice cream for one day or b) they successfully manage to try every single flavor. Truth be told, there aren't too many flavors to try in this rinky dink mall shop; factor in the small spoons and they should be feelin' fine.

But whether they succeed or fail, as soon as she snaps the case door closed—]

Now you have to pick your absolute favorite. I think mine is probably... [She looks back down at her options, humming to herself before pointing out one container in particular.] Green tea! Even if I ate it every day, I don't think I'd ever get sick of it.

[She would. She likes her tea, it's true, but she absolutely would.]

[passio]

[ the green tea was nice, but the flavor was a little strange, a little bittersweet on his foreigner’s palate. strawberry has become his old reliable, but on sheer novelty alone, it’s one of the ~special~ offerings that’s caught his attention.

mint chocolate… with popping candy. his mouth is still crackling from it, and he thought he’d died when he first put it in there, but now he just finds he craves the sensation again.

he is a masochist, in all ways. ]

The popping one.