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]

[ He.........kinda looks desperate and gloomy saying all that. People really do resemble their mirrors, he thinks to himself, with some measure of chagrin. ]

Fine! You're not like that! Young master Jion, I've been looking desperately... er, I mean I've been looking all over for a wine shop, but everyone tells me there isn't one. I refuse to be so easily discouraged, however! Surely you must have heard of somewhere like that around here?

[organfarm]

Wine shop? [ Having something else to talk and think about as a distraction, and Jion cants his head, frowning slightly. ] Well ... I think everyone else is right, there aren't any real shops here. Maybe you can find some wine in the old houses? But if it's colorless it'd probably taste gross, and I don't know if I've ever seen any.

[ He hums in thought for a moment, glancing towards the streets, before looking back to Wei Wuxian. ]

And, um. You can just call me Jion? I'm not really a master of anything ... What's your name?

[espritdecorpse]

Wei Wuxian.

[ He folds his arms and tilts his head and fixes Jion with an imperious look. ]

Young man, are you suggesting I resort to robbery? What do you take me for?

[ He's kidding, of course, but Jion is so earnest, he can't resist teasing him a little. ]

[organfarm]

It's not robbery!

[ Jion, of course, falls for it hook, line and sinker, looking a little flustered. ]

I mean ... maybe it is, technically? People must've lived here before, so, yeah, but they're not here now, and it's not like we're taking anything for profit, so. [ Now he feels a little guilty, but he tries not to fret about it too hard. ] But I guess if it really bothers you, you could try to make some? We do have fruit in the communal garden, so if you know how to make liquor ... ?

[espritdecorpse]

I don't know.

[ Even on Burial Mound, there were others to do that for him. ]

But...how hard can it be? Fruit's a good start, I've had fruit wine before.

[ See "Burial Mound" above. It wasn't good, but it didn't matter, back then. ]