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

[poetryslamming]

No.

[ Her breathing gradually slows down, she forces her body to relax some, although standing knee-deep in water really doesn't do shit for her nervous system. However, despite her tension and her lingering aggression, Alexa can tell that she actually feels... better than usually. Stronger. She feels like Vic must be feeling, really, with her bulging biceps and her toned stomach. Alexa isn't weak, she works out, okay, but she definitely doesn't body-build and right now, she feels like a fucking bodybuilder. A strong woman.

Frowning, she looks at the girl, running one hand down over her own upper arm. It feels the same on the outside. It must be a mental thing, a trick of some sort. Fucking weird. ]

I actually feel pretty... good, you know. Physically.

[interlucere]

Good. Hopefully this will make things easier.

[ She is, genuinely. Considering Alexa's reaction, Lux wasn't sure what state the other woman would be in, and while she interprets the vague gesture as more insecurity rather than gauging her strength, her smile only grows.

Shine brightly, so others might be inspired by your brilliance.

Lux looks up at the thick sheet of ice, the gears in her head turning. ]

We need to figure out a way to break through that. I'm not sure what's on the other side, but it's probably better than the potential hypothermia we'll find down here.

[ Optimism! ]

[poetryslamming]

[ Alexa looks up at the layer of ice covering the well, this dark, dreary place they've woken up in, and frowns. How the fuck will anyone get up there, the walls are slippery and damp, it'll take a fucking Superman to get anywhere near it, yeah? And Alexa does many things and gladly, too, but fly she doesn't. Can't. Making a sound of frustration, she wets her lips and looks over at the girl again. ]

I can try to climb up there, but I'm pretty sure I'll fall right back down. [ A slight smile this time. ] You'll save me from drowning, right?