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

[regrede]

You? A bad temper?

[ sierra’s first reaction is incredulity, but giving it more than a moment to consider makes it seem quite possible. reim does seem like he’s waiting to snap at the right provocation. ]

Ahaha. How foul…

[ like she doesn’t currently have a bad temper she never grew out of ]

[allweather]

[one day he'll kick a door clean off its hinges, just wait for it.]

Absolutely terrible. I once lost my voice from shouting too much. Naturally, I only made it worse after that...

[regrede]

[ this conversation is a good catharsis, and sierra can’t help herself—she laughs, happiness bubbling up in her chest even as she tries to keep it quiet by covering her mouth. ]

Haha! Naturally! You fool, what were you even so worked up about?

[allweather]

[oh, look at that-- he's doing a good service here, evidently, talking about his wacky childhood adventures. in that case-]

Someone decided it would be very funny to empty out all of my inkwells and refill them with sugar water. If the waste of time and ink wasn't enough, then the ants-!

[the worst day of his young life!! i'm making this up, any future castmates don't @ me]

[regrede]

Aha… ahahaha!

[ it would be amusing on a normal day, but sierra was just so low that this strikes her in a place she needed it desperately. reim speaks with the indignation of someone who never really forgot the anger of that day, and she gets it. ]

You…

[ he has done a service with this headcanon story from childhood, and sierra breathes out a sigh to force herself to stop laughing. ]

You are an interesting man, Reim.

[allweather]

[pettiness is forever, sierra. pettiness is all he has. of course he holds a grudge about the Ink Caper from when he was 12, and it's enough that he's actually a little genuinely irritated about it right now, after bringing it up...

but somehow sierra's delight in his petty youth scrubs most of that irritation away, and in turn, he looks almost sheepish. ha ha... ink, right.]

Just wait until you hear the one about Duke Barma's extensive stuffed bird collection... Thank you, Lady Sierra.

[regrede]

[ reim is handsome if she allows herself to entertain the thought… but she doesn’t, not for more than a second, because she’s feeling vulnerable and she is not going to do that to herself. ]

You’ll have to tell me about it sometime.

[ she says, and she rests her head on his shoulder. ]

[allweather]

[never before has a grown man been less certain of what to do with his hands. this doesn't feel like something he should draw overly much attention to, so he doesn't, merely shifting slightly so that the (frankly, vast) difference in their heights is not so uncomfortable.

because this is comfortable, if he's pressed to admit it. man cannot live on selfless acts alone, so this is not entirely that.]

One day, certainly. [...] I suppose you'll be stopping by my new home sooner or later.

[regrede]

[ it would honestly be more comfortable if she were in his lap, but she is not going to do that because she has much too much dignity to go any further than her head on his upper arm. ]

Is that an invitation?

[ there’s a smile in her voice. ]

[allweather]

[also, that would kill him.]

Well— alright, it is. Not for any time, you know! [reasonable times!!] I do have to look after the other two, now.

[regrede]

Hahaha. I’m good at getting quietly into places. Leave your window unlocked and I can fly right in.

[ who wouldn’t love a midnight visit from sierra, after all! ]

It will be harder to privately follow through on your service, though…

[allweather]

[his room is on the second floor! not that he doubts her ability to somehow get up there, but still.]

You hardly need to announce to anyone else what you're doing. I hardly need either of them giving me well-intentioned concerned looks...

[it is actually only okay when reim does that.]

[regrede]

You make me sound like a villain.

[ teasing!

she is a villain to most of the world, so there’s no need for him to drive the point home. ]

But if you want to keep our affair a secret, I can indulge it…

[allweather]

Don't call it that.

[please, he's sensitive. it's probably the most appropriate word for "strange thing other people are probably going to object to for some reason or another," but still. sensitive.]

Regardless, isn't that for the best?

[regrede]

[ sierra can’t help herself saying it in the first place, but she can at least avoid calling it an affair a second time. the joke is only funny once, after all, and she has an impeccable, refreshing sense of humor. ]

It probably is. Everyone in this town has been so kind about my condition, but I’m sure it would be much less appreciated if they knew I was draining their most beloved stick in the mud.

[ it’s obvious when she says more, like that, but she’s getting sleepy. reim makes a good pillow, and she got a little too emotional for her tastes earlier. ]

[allweather]

"Most beloved" isn't what anyone is thinking about me, I assure you...

[frankly, ridiculous? as far as he's aware, the most that's thought of him among people he's actually met is "bathhouse guy," so please. shush.

...ah.] Are you falling asleep?

[regrede]

[ most beloved bathhouse guy has kind of a ring to it, though… ]

…

[ the silence of someone who is almost too sleepy to respond, or someone who imagined they said something. ]

Yes.

[allweather]

[at least that would be for something he accomplished!!]

Sleep, then. Once the snow stops falling, I'll wake you.

[regrede]

[ sierra’s lips quirk in a smile, even now. she’s so weak to being tired, but more of her wants to keep bantering with reim than sleep. ]

And if the snow doesn’t stop… you’ll make a nice frozen pillow for me.

[allweather]

[okay, that's not very fun at all. now he's thinking about it, and thinking leads to Stress...]

Let's hope it doesn't snow for that long.

[regrede]

Heheheh. Wake me in an hour or so, would you? I could sleep for longer, but the cold is bad for you humans…

[ look at her caring. reim can probably sense the sincerity that’s couched in her tone, and it’s really completely for the best if he never tells her he can feel what she has been feeling. ]

Oh, and if you look at my mirror, I’ll kill you.

[allweather]

No, you won't.

[Ha ha she has feelings. He's not going to look at her mirror anyway, but please, be honest.

Take a nap gurl!!]