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

[troubadamsel]

[She glances over his shoulder to see what he's typing.

Oh. Ah. She clears her throat a bit.]

Mm-hmm, well, I -

[Then she sees the 'post' key and LOSES HER MIND-]

DON'T YOU DARE! STOP RIGHT THERE!

[espritdecorpse]

[ He's so startled that he almost hits the "post" key inadvertently. But then he looks up and sees that she's....clearly upset about something, and his urge for mischief engages. ]

Huh?

[ He wiggles his finger over the key, but doesn't press it. ]

Is there a problem?

[troubadamsel]

You put that out there, and I'll kick you out here!

[She points her parasol at his face. DON'T MAKE HER USE IT.]

[espritdecorpse]

Hey, hey, hey! No need to get violent!

[ He holds his hands up. ]

Put what out where? My apologies, maiden, I have no idea what you're talking about!

[troubadamsel]

I just told you we use this device to communicate with each other - you almost shared what you wrote down to everyone!

[espritdecorpse]

[ Ahh...he thought it had been shared already. So it’s possible to compose one’s thoughts first, then send it out, like a letter. ]

Would that be such a terrible thing? It’s true, after all!

[troubadamsel]

It's embarrassing! Not to mention, since you'd be sending it from my computer, everyone would think I was saying that about myself!

[espritdecorpse]

R-really?

[ The idea is so funny, he can't help bursting into a fit of giggles. ]

I... I will remember that!

[ Unattended terminals near this man will always be unsafe. The pranking possibilities are endless. ]

[troubadamsel]

[Glaaare.]

The 'erase' button is right there.

[She points. USE IT.]

[espritdecorpse]

Okay, okay!

[ He carefully locates and then hits the "delete" button until his little sentence is all gone. Alas. He stands up and backs away from her, since she still looks mad. ]

No harm done, all right?

[troubadamsel]

[... There. That's better.

She exhales through her nose, relieved. With the sentence gone, so is he reason for being mad.]

Yes, everything's as it should be. And now you're more informed than you were before.