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

[appraiser]

[ Vriska's words are harsh, but they only serve to confuse Ryoji; with those horns and tone of her skin, it's clear that she isn't human- but how she acts and speaks and believes, she's infinitely more human than Ryoji could hope to be, and that's where he falters. ]

I'm not saying you've never reflected upon yourself, or that you haven't done enough of it... But that mirror is not just a mirror, is it? There's a part of you in it too.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska arches a brow. ]

Is there? Or is it, and I repeat, magic fucking bullshit that does a great "Vriska is a horrible person" impression? I have no idea why you are so hung up on this mirror thing. Whoever or whatever "she" is, I don't care, because she's not actually real. The mirror is just total nonsense the town decided to inflict on us, again. I am not going to let this bizarro, endlessly grating fuckcircus dictate how I should handle my problems, thanks.