Event Thirteen.

[awashmods]

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!

Comments

[hypertoxic]

You should! He's...

[ Vriska trails off, words apparently failing her. in the end she continues the Shrug Train™, leaving I-Don't-Want-To-Commit-To-My-Emotions® station. ]

Well, whatever. Why is this place so bugshit crazy? I think about that a lot. Have we learned, like, literally anything about why we're here, or what the deal with the colors is, or anything useful at all?

[pursestrings]

Uhh, no, not really. Besides the well being magic... Guren and that quiet guy [sorry dex] went into the woods and found some old journal or something?

[Gonna be honest... he wasn't even busy that time, he just doesn't remember much of the post.]

Said something about the woods not always being full of monsters and shit.

[hypertoxic]

The quiet guy? You mean that mute kid? [ sorry dex ] Good for them. I'd like to see that. Think they'd show me if I asked?

[ a pause. ]

I wonder if it's some shit like, once these woods were peaceful, and then some malevolent evil force arrived that cursed them or whatever the hell. And that same force is why the town is all fucked up. I'd believe it. It's always some hokey narrative like that.

[pursestrings]

Maybe, I dunno. Guren stopped bitching about the well and came down last time, so they're probably down to share.

[It was in the post he doesn't remember... Okuyasu is an attentive citizen. Now, grimacing; ugh, that sounds sooo--] That's the dumbest bullshit I ever heard, so you're probably right.

[hypertoxic]

Man. I am sorry I couldn't tell you sooner about the well and the locket. It probably would have helped sway people to your side!

[ Ha ha har. That gets a smirk. ]

I know, right? That's always what's happening with this sort of epic quest horseshit. The clues get revealed slowly and the heroes have to eventually save the world! Same shit, different label. Every single time.

[pursestrings]

[Months wasted, being called an idiot online... Next time, the locket, for sure.]

Fuck that, I'm not saving shit for this clown. I got my own shit to do besides play along with Mr. F's dumb story.

[hypertoxic]

[ Now that? That is what Vriska likes to hear. She drives a fist into her other palm, smiling like a shark. ]

Hell yeah! Seriously, fuck that guy. I am beyond sick of playing out bit roles in narratives cosmically empowered assholes decide to try and force us all into. We're better than these two-bit buffoons.

... but seriously I need to defrost. [ UGGHGHGHGHGHGH ] I hope someone in this town is feeling charitable and has a jacket to spare.

[pursestrings]

[That's so weirdly specific! Hmm! Too bad he's immediately distracted by the whole, like, cold thing-]

Oh shit, the towel— I got one!

[nyoom with him to the house, which is probably like, a brisk walk-slash-float away by now.]

I got my other jacket too, I guess... [But you could probably fit three Vriskas into one Okuyasu jacket, considering.]

[hypertoxic]

[ yeah weird right let's definitely not revisit that weirdly specific description ever again

Honestly Vriska is just incredibly grateful to follow him to somewhere warm, though his offer gets an odd look, like she can't decide if she should be grateful or laugh at him. ]

Wait, seriously? Are you sure? I don't want to just, like, take your shit.

[pursestrings]

Have you noticed I got this cool hoodie?

[VERY COOL, Vriska. He gestures to it, walking backwards up the little path to the house before leading them inside.]

I was gonna let you borrow my shit, not keep it forever.

[hypertoxic]

[ okay, now she does laugh, though the sound of it is not bad-natured. ]

Yeah, how could I forget that you announce how cool you are to the entire world at every possible opportunity?

[ BEING INSIDE, THOUGH.

being inside though. bless the lord. vriska is visibly very grateful to finally be indoors. ]

Okay, okay, jeez. Who am I to look a gift hoofbeast in the mouth? I will borrow your shit.

[ a beat, and: ]

Thanks, though. Seriously.

[pursestrings]

Sooner or later, everybody else is gonna catch on.

[Ha... yeah, sure. They won't, and he knows this. Anyway: a towel. He's going to run upstairs, so first, while he waves a hand at her like please, it is no problem:]

Uh- just hang out for a second, I guess. Eat a snack or something.

[hypertoxic]

I am going to drip all over your furniture, [ she calls after him, casually mocking, though there's no bite in it.

By the time he returns he'll actually find she hasn't gone far at all. Mostly because the ice on her actually is melting and she actually is, like. Dripping ice water on his floor. And she didn't want to actually do that. ]

This might be a two or three towel situation.

[pursestrings]

[On like, day one in this town, Okuyasu volleyball spiked a skull through the floor and literally never repaired it. This house has seen some shit worse than water.]

What, for real? Do I gotta put down newspaper? [you can't say that to people] Hang out again.

[He balls up the first towel and chucks it at her from, like, halfway up the stairs again. He'll go get more!!]

[hypertoxic]

Fuck off, [ she immediately rejoinders, and snatches the towel out of midair.

by the second time he returns she has moved, if only to puddle on the floor. there is no troll here, only a towel ball with one single horn sticking out the top.

and then, after some wiggling, also her hand, which she holds out in silent demand for towel #2. ]

[pursestrings]

[Incredible. This day. Okuyasu drops the towel about half on her head and half into her hand, so that's helping and she can't complain.]

Just so you know, you're not getting your hands on my jacket 'til you're dry.

[hypertoxic]

[ there is a distant, muffled snort from within the towel ball when the second towel is relinquished. there's a good bit of shuffling, but eventually Vriska is more or less totally wrapped up in towel. A small piece of her face peeks out where she gave herself room to see. ]

Whatever. I am never taking these off ever again, so it won't be a problem.

[pursestrings]

[Is she going to roll around the house? He'd pay to see that.]

Those're still under the "borrowing my shit" umbrella, sorry. You're lucky I'm not setting a timer.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska cackles and frees herself a little more. She'll paw at her hair until she can grab one long braid, and her spindly fingers set quickly to work in undoing it. ]

Yeah right. Like you would. You're too nice to actually do that.

[pursestrings]

[It's been ages since someone called him out on being soft to his face... so naturally he makes a sort of stupid, indignant noise and scuffs his shoe on the floor, like there's a spot that needs shoe scuffing.

shut up]

Yeah, yeah. Just dry, okay?

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska beams at him, all sincerity and sharp teeth.

Given about ten minutes she's dried off quite a bit and managed to get one braid mostly undone. The freed hair is wildly curly, but also easier to dry. ]

Does anyone else live here that you might need to warn about a spooky dead alien?

[pursestrings]

Nah, 's just me and my weird cat and the frog. [He's collected some fun animal friends, don't worry about it.] Jake used to crash here, before he up and disappeared.

[Honestly, that one still gets to him. He actually liked living with Jake... Now, give him another thirty seconds to process-]

Wait, what'm I missing?

[hypertoxic]

You have a purrbeast and a hopbeast now? Uh. That's cool, I guess. [ honestly she is picturing the mutated fish from like, pretty early in her stay. do you have weird mutated pets, okuyasu.

a blink, as she finishes unraveling the last of this particular braid. ]

Missing?

[pursestrings]

It's like, half a cat. [She'll have to meet Stray Cat ASAP... a delightful monster creature. And Eminem the frog, which is somehow still alive living in a bowl on his desk. They are both terrifying.

Anyway,] I mean, like, how long're you gonna sit on the floor and use up all the towels? I ain't gonna kick you out, but I'm gonna run outta towels sooner or later.

[hypertoxic]

What does that even mean.

[ Gives him a glare that has, like, no real force behind it. ]

Once I'm dry? Try being sensitive for once in your life.

[ Still. Given his prompting, she'll shift and pull off the towel she's had wrapped around her hair. ... said hair is still damp, but at least no longer soaked. Vriska frowns. ]

Ugh. Honestly, I need a change of clothes. And to get my hair out of these stupid fucking braids. Why did I ever think these looked cool? They're not cool, Okuyasu. They are the opposite of cool.