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]

Well... whenever the town isn't throwing some odd phenomenon our way, like these blasted mirrors, we all try to tend to our strengths. Some farm, others train their bodies and weaponry, but a lot of time is devoted to quests. Has anyone told you about those?

[mcskittles]

I see. That's understandable. [There's little other choice, he imagines, though it's certainly not a bad thing. It was better than sitting and doing nothing, that's for sure, and there was no telling what else could happen here.

Her last point really catches his interest, though.] But no, I'm afraid they haven't. What can you tell me about them?

[troubadamsel]

[She straightens up, happy to explain.]

First and foremost, do you know what a "computer" is?

[mcskittles]

[He smiles a little to himself at the question, and nods.]

I am familiar, yes.

[He wonders if she's not as familiar with them, or if she asks because it's uncommon for others to be. Either way is fine, though—it's just something to keep in mind, that people here can come from places vastly different from where he did.]

[troubadamsel]

[Mari opens her mouth-]

Why does everyone have those blasted things except for my realm?! It's not fair!

[And her mirror replies. She flushes, embarrassed, before continuing.]

A-hem... All the houses have one, and every month, an anonymous source gives us quests to fulfill via the computer. Completing a quest restores more color to the town and can reward us with items.

[mcskittles]

[Oh, poor thing. Even if those feelings are true in her heart (and he's not judging, if they are—he knows how difficult feelings can be to control), it's unfortunate to have them being blurted out like that...

(The muffled, childish voice from his own mirror muses, "At least she's honest with herself.")]

An anonymous source? [Well, that doesn't seem questionable at all.] What kind of quests, if I may ask?

[Was it the deeds themselves that enabled this person to restore color, he wonders, or...?]

[troubadamsel]

They vary. Some can be simple and quaint, such as sharing a secret or making a gift. Others can be more dangerous, such as fighting the monsters in the forest.

[mcskittles]

I see. [Hmm...] I'd wondered what these tasks have to do with the restoration of color, but I'm not sure of the correlation here.

[Assuming there was any correlation at all.]

I suppose they do benefit us, however.

[troubadamsel]

Indeed. For example, if a food doesn't have color... it tastes like ash.