Event Twelve

[awashmods]

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled.  But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them.  And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you? The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games... Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time. (At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.) Welcome to Awash's twelfth 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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[troubadamsel]

[She likes you, Val, but not THIS much. She's going to try and... tug her hand back, k'thanx.]

Ah, well... It's charming, in its own way.

[promissum]

[His grip is strong, though it's not crushing.]

Do you have festivals like this where you're from? It's the first time I've ever been at one.

[troubadamsel]

[still going to... keep tugging her hand back... DUDE...]

We do have harvest festivals, but celebrating the macabre is a new one.

[promissum]

[Please let him have this.]

There's not so much of that, besides the costumes.

[troubadamsel]

[no!!!!]

Well, the giant effigy is rather creepy...

... Among other things...

[LIKE YOU REFUSING TO LET GO]

[promissum]

What else?

[It's like he's not even aware of himself. What's wrong, Maribelle.]

[troubadamsel]

[FFS-]

... You have yet to let me go.

[THIS IS NO LONGER A HINT]

[promissum]

[He will, but he'll also look very hurt.]

[troubadamsel]

[She clears her throat.]

... Not that I'm not fond of you, Valvatorez, but I'm not exactly the... physically affectionate type.

[Save for certain circumstances. and Lissa. Always Lissa.]

[promissum]

[He absolutely perks up at the "fond of you" bit.]

I'm fond of you too!

[If he had a tail, it would be wagging.]

[troubadamsel]

[Oh boy. Her cheeks redden more.]

Oh! I, um... thank you?

[promissum]

You're very regal for a human. I appreciate knowing you.

[Even if he can't be physically affectionate, he has plenty of nice things to say.]

[troubadamsel]

[Flattery will get you everywhere.]

Well! Regal is as regal does, and we like types are always drawn to one another.

[promissum]

[He chuckles.]

You think I'm regal?

[troubadamsel]

Of course. You have such nobility within you, I would not be surprised if there was a drop of royal blood in your veins.