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

[troubadamsel]

[Huff! She stands up.]

Regardless, you cannot sleep in the snow! I don't give a damn if you're invincible, people will worry!

[unghost]

I didn't fall asleep there on purpose.

[ They're just gonna start walking in the direction of Flavo, expecting her to keep up since she dragged them out of slumber. ]

I just told you, didn't I? My kind get tired when there's not a lot of sun, so I dozed off when it started getting darker. If you're feeling worried at all, there's really no reason for you to be.

[troubadamsel]

That's easier said than done. It's in our nature as human beings!

[... Eyeing him a little.]

... Well, our nature.

[unghost]

To what? Worry about things you don't need to?

[ They scoff. ]

I'd be more worried about yourself if I were you.

[troubadamsel]

I meant worrying about other living people!

... Wait, why?

[unghost]

It's cold out here for your kind, isn't it? I know that humans can't survive in climates like this for long.

[troubadamsel]

We are hardly so fragile! We can certainly stay out here long enough to help someone else.

[unghost]

Is that so?

[ doubt!! ]

Most humans say stuff like that, about not being fragile. But I've yet to see any proof otherwise.

[troubadamsel]

You're one to talk, falling asleep in the snow! Maybe you're the fragile one!

[this has become such a mature conversation.]

[unghost]

I'd be fine even if I was buried there until spring. I'm hardly fragile.

[ Shrug!! ]

You, though? You're not likely to be able to survive out here for more than a few days.

[troubadamsel]

I could if I wanted to! I'm just more sensible than that!