awashlogs | 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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[ 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.

[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.

[ 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.

[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?

[ 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?

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?

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?

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.

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.

[He shrugs; soon, she will learn what half a monster cat truly means. The fact that no animal has come curiously in here this whole time might be a clue, but truly, nothing prepares anybody for Stray Cat.]

You could just cut it all off.

[That's cool, right?? He's been living without hair products for months, his cool mini-pomp is just a hasty back-combing and a tiny ponytail now. He deeply feels this cool hair struggle.]

The rest of my stuff's definitely not gonna fit you, so sorry about the clothes.

[ A startled bark of a laugh. ]

Shave my head? No! What's wrong with you. Who says that kind of thing to a girl?

[ She says, when she's got a side buzz going on. ]

Don't worry about it. It is kind of you to even offer. If I'm lucky, Minato might still have some of my stuff.

What's wrong with shaving your head? You could look cool.

[Jeez Vriska!!]

Listen, just do me and yourself a favor and promise you won't randomly say that to other girls. We are generally pretty sensitive about our hair!

[ There is a pause, and Vriska will draw a single braid into her fingers, look at it, and look at him. ]

... someone else helped me with this last time, so it's fine if you say no. But. Uh. Mind helping me unbraid this mess?

[It would be shitty of him to just say no and watch her struggle... so sure, he comes closer to help.]

You gotta tell me where, but I promise I'm not gonna yank on 'em. [Or just stick his hands in her hair without direction?! That's way more rude than saying shave it all off. He has hair manners when it counts.] Were you still here when my buddy Josuke showed up for a little while? If somebody told him to shave his hair off, he'd kick their ass.

[That scamp!]

[ Oh. Shit. He's helping. Vriska tries not to look surprised and instead just pulls another of her braids free, holding the end of it towards him. Her hair is ... long ... they'll be here a while ...........

but there is, undeniably, a little smile on her face. ]

You'll be fine. I am pretty tough. Thanks, though.

[ Once he's got hold of the braid she offered him, she'll take another one and start working on it. The movements of her fingers are quick. ]

Haha. Nah, the name doesn't sound familiar, but he sounds like a smart guy.

[ just saying. ]

[Don't worry, he knows a thing or two about Hair Bonding in friendships, he's got this. He can help without fucking it up.]

He cries about his brand name socks, [dingus] but yeah, he's pretty cool. You would've liked him, 'cause everybody likes him.

[This is actually Patently Untrue, but Okuyasu is severely biased in Josuke's favor.

Now then, after a minute or so...] Goddamn, you got so much hair.

[ That little smile won't leave her. Vriska's always had a tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve, for better or for ill, but it's clear she's really warmed by the fact that he's doing this for her, even if she doesn't say it. ]

Hahahaha. He sounds like a total goof, which makes it easy to understand why you two are friends. Sorry to hear he left, though.

[ all he'll get is a rueful shrug for that one. ]

Yeah, it's honestly a huge pain in the ass. Getting it all braided in the first place took foreeeeeeeever. [ ... ] My ex did it for me. She had her hair braided and I thought it would make me cool like her.

Event Thirteen.

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