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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[windeity]

[HE'S NOT WRONG....]

No. It's not, and that is why I am not ready to go back and do what needs to happen. [Surprisingly the mirror's actually silent through all of this since that seems to be the main point here.] But in order to save people, I have to alter everything and erase what's happened. That's just it.

[appraiser]

[ "That's just it" seems like an understatement for what's basically the weight of the entire universe on John's shoulders. There was a time where Ryoji tried to sway Minato's hand over something somewhat similar, but he has no stock in John's problems, so this is where he leaves it at. ]

I see... Well, whatever choice you end up making, there is no wrong answer. It's a choice, but one like the sorts you make every second of every day, it is what it is. Things will work out.

[windeity]

[There's a half-smile.] If you say so.

[More importantly:] ...dude, did you just get back? Where have you even been? [He's trying to make a joke out of it and get his mirror to stay quiet, but also hello Ryoji nice to see you again.]

[appraiser]

[ He says so and therefore it's true; that's the sort of confidence typically exudes in his speech, although it's a little more thoughtful, now. ]

It must have been otherwise, but it feels like I've always been here. Sorry, I don't think I can answer your question with any more clarity than that.

[ There's not "getting back" when he'd never left, after all, and he can't answer where he's been if he'd never gone anywhere else but here, to his incomplete awareness. ]

[windeity]

Fair enough. [He has to wonder how it all really works out for people who seem to disappear and reappear, but if Ryoji says it feels like he's always been here then that answers that.]

...did you get a mirror too?

[appraiser]

Yep. I'm pretending it does not exist.

[ It's out there somewhere! Possibly within five feet of them at any given moment, but ignoring problems is one of the things Ryoji is best at. It isn't as much as a problem as it's just... the reflection is Nyx, and its words are words he says to himself all the time, and there's nothing new to be learned from it. ]

[windeity]

[Ryoji...]

How's that working out for you? [He's also, unfortunately, curious and trying to sneak a peek around him to see if he spots the mirror.]

[appraiser]

[ Oh, no, don't do that. Ryoji's hands go back on John's shoulders to draw his attention back to him; don't make him take John's face in his hands and squish his cheeks is that's what it's going to take for him to also pretend Ryoji's mirror does not exist. ]

Pretty well. By first glance, nobody can tell that it's mine, after all. But none of the conversations I've had with it are new, so I'm much more interested in talking with everybody else's inner demons.

[windeity]

[Whoop. There we go. Please don't squish his face, Ryoji, the hands on his shoulders are enough for John's attention to veer away from where he was trying to look and facing Ryoji instead.]

Do you really think they're inner demons and not just things designed to mess with us? I thought inner demons were things that people were locking away inside themselves. [...actually, now that he says it out loud he suddenly realizes that's probably a little accurate. Oops.] Why so interested?