awashlogs | Event Twelve

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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Uh--

[ HI??? VAL??? ]

So not my thing. I'm just here to raid all the free food before I ninja back off again.

[ oh no. guess who has some of the apple cider in his system. what small semblance of a filter Michael has?? it has gone, flown away, lost to unrelenting bluntness in this apple-flavoured zone of truth, farewell ]

Why are you suddenly so handsy?

[HELLO MICHEAL. He's looping an arm around Micheal's shoulders and not about to let go any time soon.]

I want to be close to my comrades. Physical affection seemed like an excellent idea.

[ awwwwww, that's-- ]

That's sweet, but I'm pretty sure this is how restraining orders happen. [ wait, he just said that it was sweet out loud? THAT'S... FINE RIGHT... it is kinda sweet?? he just hadn't planned to voice that. up until he did. ] This is fine, though, I mean, I'm not complaining about a hug. But you should ask before you just drape yourself over everyone without warning.

I don't want to ask, I just want to do it.

[Like a weird demonic cat that's human shaped.]

Fenrich doesn't complain.

Isn't Fenrich your werewolf buddy from back home? I think that's different.

Yes, he's my steward and he's been that for over 400 years.

What's so different about it?

[ oh, Val. you're getting a Look here of pure unfiltered Teen Judgement(tm). it's at least amused and slightly impressed unfiltered Teen Judgement(tm)? ]

Try the whole part where you guys have known each other for over 400 years? That's like over four times longer than the average human lifespan! Or like-- [ bear with him a moment while he does some quick mental math ] --literally my whole life like more than 20 times over! You guys must be so super comfortable with each other that personal space boundaries just don't exist anymore!

[lbr, Val is very used to children judging him. None of them have stopped him from being the weirdo he is.]

To me it feels more like... 4 years? 100 human years to 1 demon year.

Fenrich is still easy to fluster.

[It's fun for the whole family.]

Yeah, but you still know each other. Even if he's easily flustered, he's still used to you. It's like, I wouldn't go up to someone I didn't know all that well and hug them without any warning, they might not be a hugger or they might have something else going on, you know?

[ that, and Michael also has to be comfortable with them first. it's a two-way street of comfort! so intent is he on dispensing this very clear Truth, that it takes a moment for the other part of what Val said to catch up with him. and then: ]

Wait. How many demon years old are you?

In demon years I'm 25. [He looks.... a significant chunk younger than that, don't worry about it.]

Holy crap. That is a totally insane amount of time to have been alive.

[ he can barely imagine living fifty years, nevermind freakin' millenia! ]

I'm young for a demon.

[He's only 25! ... That's more like 2500+, but whatever.]

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