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

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[ --RECORD SCRATCH ]

E-Eat us? Our reflections are going to swallow us whole?! Nooo, I don't want to die like that!

[good_ideas]

I-It might. [There's always that possibility?]

...And I don't think anyone wants to die like that. Or you know, die at all.

[fineprinted]

Has anyone ever died here before, then?

[good_ideas]

[She wants to say no, but...]

Yeah.

[fineprinted]

Eek!

[ great, now he's shaking. ]

Why is this world so cruel...! So maybe it's safer to break these mirrors after all?

[good_ideas]

[He kind of reminds her of Keigo, actually. At least she does feel a little bit bad about this.]

It might eat you because you break it.

[fineprinted]

H-How would it even eat me if it's in pieces...

[good_ideas]

I don't know? Maybe it'll turn into a mirror monster or something.

[fineprinted]

Mirror monster... How creative.

[ anyways he's just going to keep holding the mirror to his chest. ]

Let's be extra careful then. So sorry for the sudden segue of conversation, though. My name's Tsumugi Aoba.

[good_ideas]

[She hates monsters, okay...]

Or a serial killer popping out of the mirror or something! [But even that is too close to being occult and she already hates the idea of it.]

That's fine. I'm Shiho. Sannomiya Shiho.

[fineprinted]

[ okay, now he's giggling. ]

Fufu, that's pretty morbid, Sannomiya-san. Maybe the serial killers are found within ourselves, after all? ♪

[good_ideas]

[So the idea of being killed is bad but occult serial killers are funny...? She's not sure she understands that.]

You'd only find a serial killer there if you were a serial killer to begin with. You better not be though.

[fineprinted]

[ HOLDS UP BOTH HANDS ]

Oh no, not at all! If anything, I'd be the first one to die in a murder mystery like that!

[good_ideas]

That sounds exactly like something a serial killer would say. [Does it?!

It does from this moment on.]