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

[bittybat]

I hope not either.

[Does it even matter if they guess, he wonders. They may know what to expect in general, but it won't stop it from happening.] I suppose it doesn't make much of a difference in the end.

I trust you'll be careful and, despite not apparently having much "brains," [A pointed, rather curt look toward Percy's mirror.] you won't try to do anything too stupid, right, Jackson?

Whatever happens.

[expulsions]

[...ah. There's a bit of hesitance there because he'd like to say "yeah, totally" but at the same time he's kind of aware just what sort of person he is.]

I'll try. [That's about the best he can do.] Likewise?

[bittybat]

[It's fine. Not only is Damian also aware of what kind of person Percy probably is, he's aware of what kind of person Jon is and... well, Jon and Percy are cut from the same cloth.

He gets it.] No promises. [The smile is faint, but there. A way that says he probably isn't going to hound Percy or himself if they do something stupid.

Like break their mirrors.]

[expulsions]

[Thanks for that Damian. It's a little reassuring when he doesn't have to worry too hard about not messing up. There's another glance at his mirror and his eyebrows knit together in thought.]

I should probably find a way to take care of this anyway though. I'll catch up with you later? [He needs to have a conversation with his mirror, it seems.]