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Event Thirteen.

To love a human face was to discover
The cracks of paint and varnish on the brow;
Soon to distrust all impulses of flesh
That strews its sawdust on the chamber floor,
While at the window peer two crones
Who once were Juliet and Jessica.

t's a regular morning here in the Town. The sun isn't shining at all, snow is falling like crazy, and...there may be the sounds of shouts coming from the well, thoroughly muffled.

Okay, so it's not a regular morning at all, but you'd better go help those people! The newcomers are here again. Of course, once you get to the well, you'll notice that there's actually no real help you can offer -- it's totally frozen over.

As for the newcomers, well... hopefully being suddenly dumped into freezing cold water in the middle of November in a dark, damp well is your idea of a good time, because that's your life now!

And that's not even taking into account the mirrors in everyone's homes that are about to wake up and start chattering...

Welcome to Awash's thirteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. Please keep in mind that while this is a general event log, it is also an intro log; be sure to pay plenty of attention to our newcomers!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[That's a promise, all right.]

I see. It sounds very serious.

[And also a little illogical. Why wouldn't he swear on the sun? The only reason the moon shines is because it reflects its light.]

And probably a lot to ask of people you've only known for a few weeks... But then, I don't know much about things like that.

[Being an android and all.]

[Why would he argue with Hot-and-Spice?!]

Alright. [He waits in silence before Minato returns and takes both of the blankets with a smile and a small bow.] Thank you so much. I guess I should go place these where I live.

[A beat.]

Is there any reason why your house is green? I haven't seen many of them like yours...

[Of course he would ask.]

So whoever brought us here just happened to choose us.

[ That's a really shitty decision. ]

You haven't happened to come across a guy named Touma, have you? This high -- [ He demonstrates the hight with a wave of his hand. ] -- dark hair, blunt fringe and probably just as roughed up as I am.

Does it?

[ A frown teases on Ryoji's lips as he shakes his head in confusion. God or not, futility is futility- why would John be the only one able to fix it? That aside, futility has a place, and there is a natural order that shouldn't be overturned, even if one were capable of that. It's what Ryoji believes in, anyways, of a higher power and an order and of things set in their ways. ]

[ Ryoji opens his hands and gestures all around him; they're everywhere, Akira, you can't escape them. But Ryoji doesn't look too worried, even as he brings his hands back and points at specifics- at the mirror in Akira's hands, at the one in his own, towards the forest nearest them and at the ground at their feet. ]

They don't often show themselves outside of a vessel such as that mirror in your hands, though. I believe they live in the forest? Or that they make their home there, anyways. I had gone in there before trying to find them again, but was unsuccessful.

[A crime to her people? That could mean a lot of things. Humanity throughout its history has scorned people for their parentage, their sexuality, their physical abilities... He has no real idea what exactly this means for her.]

I see. [A pause, then.] Is this too personal for you to talk about?

[He'll drop it, if so. He's curious, but... that's what his programming dictates.]

[ uh

This is the face that Ryoji pulls, taken aback and honestly a bit put off if Minato means what Ryoji thinks he means. He knows it's on par for Minato to hunt Shadows and tear off their feathers or scales or those sorts of things for whatever inane reason Elizabeth's collecting them for, but skinning a werewolf- a creature who is human at least part of the time- seems extreme even for him. ]

Demons.

[ Ryoji repeats the word emphatically, placing a hand over the mirror as if that'd protect it from Astrid's murderous impulse. ]

They occupy the houses, the trees, the water, the shadows under our very feet. They lived here first, and we are guests in their world, so my belief is that we should make peace.

[ Lux isn't used to seeing it that way—light and darkness existing as two sides of the same coin. She was taught to see things in extremes, and while she never did believe that the world was truly so black and white, it's hard to say what she might think, if she knew the truth. That darkness could have such a kind face; and that light and darkness might not be as different from each other as she was told.

She curls a hand at her lips at his assessment, her gaze drawing upward as her brows furrow in thought. ]

I'm not so sure. Even a thick pane of glass would let in more light in than this...

[ Also please have more respect for her staff, Ryoji. You're going to hurt its feelings. ]

You aren't going to attempt to climb up there, are you? You'll fall before you reach the top.

[ Lux is still giving him an out, despite knowing that one of them will have to show their hand in order to escape. She's much less inclined, especially after his earlier response, but she will if she thinks it's necessary. After warning him, of course. ]

[ It sure is a hex code! But seeing as Maya doesn't immediately offer a name, Ryoji can assume it isn't one that she recognizes- or at least not one who is commonly seen around the network, not somebody very social, like Dave or herself.

Ryoji sits back, because this is where he would have to draw his defeat. ]

It'd be nice if the demons of this world acknowledged our names, wouldn't it? They already everything else about us...

[ The demons are annoying! Let them post with their names, and stop heckling them about their true selves. ]

[ A few thoughts fly through her head in quick succession. His man (android) is (was) an officer. He has every right to pass judgment on her, or deem her a danger to the people here in this town. Lux can't disobey an officer... can she?

No. No, that's not an option. Even if this isn't his post, it's obstruction. She knows that. She of all people would know that. ]

...

[ But this isn't Demacia; and there are clearly others who are much more capable than she is. She's seen it herself. In an absolute worst case scenario, she could argue for leniency of punishment.

The mirror stays quiet as she deliberates, a rare blessing. ]

Out in the open like this... yes.

[ At least. ]

Thanks.

[ There's no sarcasm laced in his gratitude -- genuine, Choubee's lips curl into a grin as his fingers flex and turn into a fist. There's no prep before he draws his elbow back, allowing his arm to fly straight into the mirror and shattering it the moment his knuckles make contact.

The person inside disappears, pieces of glass are stuck in his hand, and Choubee can only drag his fist back and hold his wrist in his free hand in a moment of relief. ]

Ah, shit... that hurt a little more than I was expecting.

Ah. Yes, they're... not exactly pleasant. But I'm also incredibly worried about any consequences that'll arise from this as well. There's always some caveat to these things, it seems, and they've never been very good.

That said, however, I believe we're meant to acknowledge that much-- that this is just a cruel trick.

Power of... Persona? Like the girl with the box??

[ That's Pandora's box, but he's trying his best. ]

sounds like someone started a really weird round of dnd.

apparently!! i'll gladly try and talk to her about it at some point. if just to talk to her. she's super cute even if it was vaguely terrifying to see her swinging that axe around.

oh those are like... baby memes. don't worry, we'll water them and watch them grow. if anything, the least i can do is write up the entirety of "what the fuck did you just say to me, you little bitch" and have that tucked away in the meantime. i have a feeling i'll be using it at some point and if i don't save it now i might forget it later.

[ He can be as dramatic as he wants to be, thanks! But he quickly shrugged the facade- and the snow- when she hovered over and the snowballs had stopped. ]

I'll keep that in mind... [ He seemed distracted by the whole floating thing. Not that it was inherently uncommon to see someone floating for him, but... well, it was still cool. ]

I can't say it's going to stop me from still trying though. 'Specially not if I can hear you laugh like that again.

Yeah??? I take it that's, like, a not-super-unusual thing...???

[ Wild. ]

Uhh... Is that something I should be worried about, by chance?

[ sierra exhales, clearly revealing her exasperation, but being slightly put out herself by someone is better for everyone than setting sierra on her guard, or poking at her nerves. it’s fine, like this. ]

So it seems. There’s no graveyard, and I’m afraid you were a few days too late for the ambulatory skeletons.

[ for the best, really. ]

[ yes, there it goes indeed. sierra doesn’t flinch at the sound of it, though there’s a part of her that wants to just break it on kisa’s behalf—but she can’t. for the first time in her life, she’s beholden to the whims of another. ]

You are not weak. Nor are you hopeless.

[ sierra pulls her in a little closer, enough to tug the blanket back—or try to, so she can see kisa’s face. ]

I don’t believe it, anyway.

[ She wants to tell him to get a grip, but at the same time there's something rather touching about seeing a guy just letting it all go and crying in public. Definitely none of the suppress-all-feelings shit that toxic masculinity has going on. So instead of walking away, like she might kind of want to, she turns slightly and leans closer, just enough to put a hand on his shoulder and pat it awkwardly a couple of times, pat, pat, stroke, stroke, pat, pat. ]

Sure, part of me wants to bawl my eyes out all the fucking time, doesn't mean I give in to it, you know. I've got shit to do.

Jar of live bees... [ A slight pause as she thinks the scenario over, finding it kind of funny in spite of herself. Or perhaps not so much in spite of herself. So she chuckles. ] Please tell me you're allergic.

[ Okay, so she's definitely stuck here, with this motherfucker, too, and she better just make the most of it. Like taking advantage of the fact that she can smoke in her room, fuck, is she gonna empty this packet so quickly that the smoke didn't know what the fuck hit it. Poof, and it'll be gone.

Alexa considers him for a moment, then shoves both hands into her pockets, very pointedly not holding out a hand as she introduces herself, saying her name nonchalantly, like it doesn't mean shit. Since it shouldn't mean shit to him anyway, they're just sharing four walls, a bathroom, a kitchen, hopefully, but no beds and no intimate spheres. Her name will do, he can probably live without her sweaty palm anyway. ]

I'm Alexa Hase, by the way.

[ Alexa just follows along without saying much at first, letting the girl ramble all she wants about how the board came to be, its art section and what not. Shit, maybe she can pin a spiteful poem to the board and this place will see how much she fucking hates it. One can hope. Then, Kaoru mentions a cafe and it really dawns on Alexa - that these people are all making their livelihoods here, they're going about life day to day like they weren't in some weird colorless place that's apparently here to pry color out of the people it collects. Fuck, it's like something out of a book. A horror novel.

She runs a hand through her hair nervously and repeats what Kaoru just said, mostly in lack of other options. She's rendered kind of speechless. ]

You've got a café up and running? Here? [ A huff of laughter. ] Does it attract a lot of customers?

…

[ it’s not a bad idea, really. sierra wants to snap hers over her knee, and hearing that someone like maribelle has practically done just that… ]

And did it work?

[ Kisa would rather not leave her blanket of comfort, but she'll let Sierra peel it back enough to reveal a tired expression and a tearstained face. It's... not her proudest moment, for sure. ]

[Akira looks slightly comforted by the pat on his shoulder, though he's still teary as he looks up at her.]

Why?

[Why won't she cry? What makes her want to bawl her eyes out all the time? Maybe talking about it would help.]

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