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!

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[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!!]