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

[lacrimose]

[Akira's eyes widen at that and he catches Akechi's arm before he marches off, not wanting him to be baited by the mirror's taunting.]

Hey-- I'm not lying about anything! I barely know you.

[...The mirror is talking about him, right?] Don't listen to it.

[doublecrowss]

What--?

[ What is this guy even going on about? Akechi barely has the time to turn and give him a questioning glare-- one that ppossibly comes off as more belligerent than he intended, but he's not exactly pleased with the idea of having a random stranger grabbing on to his arm and holding him back when he clearly has more urgent matters to tend to. ]

This isn't about you, it's--

[ Y'know. Like that pesky mirror again. ]

He doesn't like you! He's just using you! Everybody only wants to use you!!

[ Shit. ]

Please let go of me. I need to find it.

[lacrimose]

...

[Akira does let him go, but his brow furrows, listening to the mirror. It sounds like Akechi's voice, only beneath that paranoia, the voice sounds like it's in pain, too. So even if it's nothing to do with him and is talking about some other Akira, he comes to a decision.]

I'll help you look.