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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[Yeah, not everyone is so keen on the rubbing thing. Like Maribelle, for instance.

So, enjoy that slap!]

EEK! What do you think you're doing!

[He's stunned, but he completely and wholly deserved that for butting his shoulder all up on some strange young woman. The slap sends him staggering a few steps and he blinks, looking up at her with wide eyes, and gives her a once-over.]

Ah-- shit, my bad. [He looks a little startled he was even touching her in the first place.]

[She hesitates, then lowers her hand.]

Let me guess... you ate some of that weird food, didn't you.

[Did I mention that Ichimatsu is also sometimes a complete idiot? He blinks at her question, and then slowly turns to look at the rows of candy apples glistening with their soft caramel and color visibly drains from his face.]

...I really should have thought of that.

[...and, yet, he's unwittingly inching closer to her again. Stop that, you stop that.]

I only learned after people came that close to me half a dozen times.

[She puts a hand up to try and out a stop to that.]

That sounds pretty entirely terrible,

[As he says this, he studies her hand for a moment like he's confused it's there, and then like it's terrifying, and then he proceeds to bump his forehead directly into it. He continues to look confused with his head placed there, but he's nudging her hand not unlike a cat asking to be pet.]

[... well, at least it's not skin-to-skin.

still pretty weird.]

... And you don't feel an ounce of humiliation about this?

I always feel several ounces of humiliation, constantly.

[He says this with his face largely directed at the ground.]

This is just a little weirder than normal.

... That is worrisome, but not something I can solve when there's magic trickery about.

[He blinks, picking his head up to look at her.]

...it's probably not something you can solve anyway, it's just how I am.

A person's attitude can always change, if one has the willing mindset!

[He gives her a bit of a frown, shrugging and drawing away from her hand entirely.]

You're not wrong, [He leaves the statement sort of open-ended, but doesn't continue it.]

Hmmm... What is your name? I am Maribelle.

[He squares his shoulders, startled by the suddenness of the question, but also by his own failure to provide basic manners in introducing himself. He makes a sort of gurgling sound in the back of his throat and ducks forward into a shallow bow.]

I-Ichimatsu.

Ichimatsu. I will remember that, and I will remember you. Mark my words, not everything will stay the same here.

[And that includes you, apparently.]

[Why does he feel vaguely threatened? He stays in a stiff posture and nods, mostly because he feels like he'd be in trouble if he didn't agree.]

Now then! Let's resume our merriment. Surely not everything around here is cursed.

[As if she didn't say anything weirdly ominous, she walks past him with a bit of flounce to the food. come along, come along!]

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