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

[lacrimose]

You can do both. [Akira wipes his eyes and tries to collect himself, sniffling. He's managed to fight with tears still rolling down his face plenty of times.]

What bad guys are you fighting?

[poetryslamming]

The world, dude.

[ Ah, well, the world in general is a pretty broad definition, but sometimes the world has faces. Like Jean Louis Girard's face or that PR manager of his, his face. Her parents. Vic's entire background story. Those are faces of the world that she's fighting. However, it's easier just lumping them all together. "The world."

She turns her face towards him again and feels kind of bad for how he's trying his best to fight through the tears. Frowning, she feels about in her pockets, but she comes up empty-handed. Like fuck, if she's giving him a page of her book to blow his nose in. ]

Right now, it's this place. It needs a fucking clean-up, what with all these different people camping together.

[lacrimose]

[He'll just be a gross teary mess for now, don't mind him. He doesn't seem to care much himself about the tearstains on his face, anyway, given how often this sort of thing happens.

He stops to consider what she's saying, looking puzzled.]

You're going to fight the town? Or the people in it?