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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[espritdecorpse]

[ Ambulatory skeletons??? His eyes light up. He barely notices her exasperation because lbr annoying people is what he does. ]

You mean to tell me there were lich here? How were they? What were they like? I've tried to make them, but they always fell apart on me. I mean, one punch and...

[ He makes a "pow" gesture with his hands, and then "rains" down, with his fingers wiggling. ]

...pile of bones. Were these lich sturdy? Where are they, where did they go?

[regrede]

[ who does he remind her of? no one good, that’s for sure, and she watches his personal game of charades with just a little less light in her eyes.

so he loves the morbid. that’s fine. ]

I am impossibly powerful, so no. They weren’t sturdy, but they were numerous, filing in from the forest.

[ she sighs, rubbing her temple. ]

They were inconvenient, at best.

[espritdecorpse]

The forest! I'll go there, see if I can find some! Haha! I wonder how many there are left? Oh—

[ He'd been visibly delighted, but now his brows furrow. He's caught sight of the way she's rubbing her temple. ]

Are you all right? Do you have a headache?

[regrede]

[ aaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]

In fact, I do. Has anyone ever told you that you are irritating at best, and… [ a polite pause. ] Awful, at worst?

[espritdecorpse]

[ you have NO idea ]

Not in the least! In fact, everybody says how charming I am!

[ If you count Wen Ning, "everybody" = one. But you probably shouldn't count him because he's dead. ]

[regrede]

Then let me be the first. It’s quite kind of me to let you know, when everyone else has been lying to you…

[ say thank you, sierra!! ]

[espritdecorpse]

Haha! I lied. But even the people who say I'm annoying, like me deep down.

[ Otherwise why are you still talking to me outside in the middle of a snowstorm, dear lady?

...as soon as the thought occurs to him, he realizes the reason why she might be still standing here. He lifts his flute to his lips, his eyes glow red, and he plays a little trill. It's badly out of tune, but the flute command is: "You're free to leave if you like, though I'm enjoying your company." ]

[regrede]

[ sierra doesn’t like that she understands it as the same time she acknowledges that it’s a shitty flute she is partially beholden to. she could ignore it if she wanted to, she’s sure, but she just hasn’t figured out how to ignore it—until right now, of course. ]

What is that sound?

[espritdecorpse]

It's a flute!

[ How super helpful ]

Hah, it's just a convenient way to channel spiritual power. I can speak as well. As in JUMP UP AND DOWN!

[ Eldritch, echoey side effects with that bold tag, etc. ]

[regrede]

N—

[ sierra feels it, and she stumbles with the sudden urge to jump, but her stubborn dignity wins out on this one. she knows she was nearly controlled, though, so she scowls at him. ]

Don’t do that.

[espritdecorpse]

[ He throws up his hands, a gesture of conciliation. ]

Don't worry, I won't. That was just a demonstration. Besides, you'd be a poor servant, as you have a mind of your own and thus difficult to control. The mindless undead are better, though arguably harder to control in a different sense.

[ Wen Ning was his own special case. ]

So, no. I won't call you specifically, although I can't rule out playing my flute when I'm in a dire situation.

[regrede]

You can just ask if you need help. I don’t need to hear your awful playing or your annoying voice.

[ though, when she puts it like that, it almost sounds better to leave him to the wolves… ]

I’ll turn you into a mindless servant myself if you don’t comply.

[espritdecorpse]

[ He laughs ]

Oh dear, how terrifying! A mindless servant—say, how do you do that?

[ Curiosity winning out over any sense of self-preservation, as per normal. ]

[regrede]

Would you like to learn first-hand?

[ is that a joke, or a threat? it’s both! ]

[espritdecorpse]

No, no, no.

[ He raises his hands and waves them at her. ]

That's quite all right. I was just curious.