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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[stripedown]

[ Ah, there he goes.

Kisa sighs a little through her nose but obediently settles back on her heels. Okay, fine.

"I'll put them away. But I don't want anyone to step on them and get hurt." ]

[bittybat]

That should've been what I said. [But he's a horrible gremlin most of the time, so of course he didn't think about anything but maybe burying it all.] They're not yours to put away.

I'll put them away. I broke it.

[Carefully, he settles the shards in the cloth without letting them be turned in random, jagged directions. It's as meticulous as he typical is on a day to day basis.]

[stripedown]

[ Damian kind of had a lot on his mind?? And Kisa's fine?? With helping??

Gosh!!

Still, she holds the cloth steady, steadying him with slightly pursed lips.

"You're my friend. I wanted to help." ]

[bittybat]

[This is the worst friendship in the history of friendships.]

If you get cut, the cold will only stop the bleeding so much. [Maybe if he's rational about it he won't have to admit he has Feelings like worry or even fear.] You're helping with what you're doing now.

Sometimes... [There's a pause here, almost like he realizes something.] ...you don't have to be doing something substantial for it to be important or helpful to someone else.

[stripedown]

[ ... Yeah, that's kind of a hard concept for her to understand right now, so she's just peering at him uncertainly. There's very little she can do otherwise, though? She doesn't talk, she can't defend him... ]

[bittybat]

[Still careful, Damian drops some of the last, biggest shards into the cloth. Kisa seems unsure, but he doesn't know how to explain yet without sounding... ridiculous. If he could only take his own advice.

How many times has he thought the only help is the help that comes through extremely hard work, sweat and tears?]

Sometimes, just being there is enough.

[With equal carefulness, Damian takes the ends of the cloth and folds them up together so he can knot them securely at the top, like a little sack.]

Be careful. The shards can poke through the sides and the bottom.

[stripedown]

[ Just... being there, huh.

That... actually makes sense. She's still not sure if she's ever done that, but she's felt that towards others. That all she needs is to be near them.

For now, she uses one finger to draw a sleeve down over her hand, then the next, to cup under the cloth bundle.

After a moment of consideration, she offers it up to Damian. ]

[bittybat]

[Despite what he just said, he looks a tad surprised when she offers him the bag of glass shards, but he takes it with the top held and a hand beneath the bottom. Even if he's poked some, his hands are calloused enough it won't matter.]

I'll take them back to the cottage. [If the mirrors don't disappear on their own, he'll bury the shards somewhere after.

Slowly, he rises to stand.] Don't break yours. Just in case. No matter what it says.

[stripedown]

[ Don't get stabbed, Damian, she'll be staring very hard at your hands later. But... for the time being, Kisa shifts carefully to her feet. There's still concern in her gaze, even as she nods, but Damian probably doesn't need her to tag along for anything else.

So instead, she carefully picks up her mirror. ]

Even though breaking would solve all of your problems, wouldn't it?

[ Shut up, mirror. ]

[bittybat]

[He hates these mirrors. (Precisely why he smashed his, honestly.)]

Kisa... [But his face pinches gently, almost like he isn't sure what he had intended to really say. He shakes his head dismissively.] Be careful.

If this isn't the last of what the town has planned.

[stripedown]

[ She doubts it is. It seems... cruel, yes, but also kind of meaningless and that makes her worried. There's probably more to it than this.

For now, she quietly gazes at Damian, and then dips her head in a short nod of acknowledgment, meeting his gaze to try and convey that same sentiment. He's... the one who broke his mirror. She'll be careful, but she's more worried about him and what breaking the mirror might mean. ]