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

[scooptimistic]

Sure! It's over by the harbor-- there are a ton of house boats over there, so one of them should be yours.

Want me to show you?

[fineprinted]

Yes, please. Thank you so much!

[ another polite bow before going there way. at least he's all but calmed down from that tiny mishap. ]

So, are you a reporter from here or did you also come here through that well, Amano-san?

[scooptimistic]

You know, I don't think there are actually any natives here.

[ Hmm. ] So I came from the well.

[fineprinted]

No natives... So everyone in this town came from different places?

[ and found themselves in the same well? how curious. ]

I'm sure someone from your world would be looking for you by now because of your profession, Amano-san. How long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking?

[scooptimistic]

It's kind of hard to keep track of the time... but I think it's probably been well over half a year.

[ Surprise! ]

[fineprinted]

Half over a-- So there's really no way for us to get back to our worlds?

[ how did he even reach like that ]

[scooptimistic]

I wouldn't say that. If there was a way here, there's a way back. We just haven't found it yet.

But we will!!

[fineprinted]

For how long, I wonder...

[ he's got to give props to amano-san, though; he would've given up all hope by now. ]

Ah, we're already here-! Is there a map or some sort so that the others and I can navigate the town easily?

[scooptimistic]

There's one near the center of the town that will show you where each of the districts are. Or you can ask pretty much any of us who have been here for awhile.

Just... don't go into the forest by yourself. Ever.

[fineprinted]

So I've heard, but... What exactly is in the forest? I've heard of beasts but what do they look like?

[scooptimistic]

Mutated fire-breathing geese, deer with eight legs, werewolves... there was a demon out there that knew how to target healers and inflicted burns and poison...

[fineprinted]

[ JUST

GAPES AT HER ]

A-A-And there's no way to ward them off at all?

[scooptimistic]

Don't go into the woods by yourself and don't go in too deep if you do.

[fineprinted]

That doesn't even answer my question?!

I understand, though. Thank you, Amano-san. I don't have anything to defend myself with, anyway.

[scooptimistic]

Mm... well! If you ever feel like heading in, just let me know. I'll keep you safe!