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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[bakedapple]

[Link smiles hesitantly, feeling a bit taken aback by her rough language, but he nods his head in response to her question. Without blinking, he pops the water-logged jerky into his mouth and chews on it while he fishes more berries from his pack to give to her.]

There are people here too, people from outside the well, who've shown up to help us. They're all over there, near where the fire is. Can you stand?

[poetryslamming]

Yeah.

[ She says, getting to her feet and simultaneously holding one hand out for another handful of the berries that haven't turned her purple or anything like that, so they're definitely safe to eat and they taste pretty nice, too.

She looks towards the fire and feels a chill run down her spine, just at the thought of getting these trousers off, getting dry and not having to be so bloody cold anymore. Then she realises that she doesn't have spare clothes with her and she'll be running around half-naked, if she should choose to slip out of her pants. The thought makes her frown. She'll need to find an extra set of pants somewhere. Anywhere.

Glancing at the guy who's been nothing but really nice to her so far, she sighs and shrugs slightly, uncomfortably. Shit, she hates having to ask. ]

Do you guys happen to have... like, fuck, an extra pair of pants over there, too?

[bakedapple]

You could wear my other pair if you wanted, but they're still wet. Or, um... maybe at this point, it's more accurate to say that they're frozen.

[He gestures to his side apologetically, where several pieces of fabric - a tunic, a cloak and another pair of pants - hangs from his belt, stiffened as if heavily starched.]

I could lay them out by the fire, though? They'll take a while to dry, but it won't take forever. [motion back towards the fire] There are people here, too, bringing supplies and stuff out to us. They could also have some clothes.