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

i legitimately hate this tag

[flinty]

No. I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

[ And the apology is met with a flat look; Choubee's eyes narrowing as he looks at a head of unruly blue hair. ] You feel comfortable with me enough to just blindly go in and start holdin' my hand -- you're an absolute idiot.

[ So don't fucking say anything when he just!!!!!! grabs his hand!!!!! ALSO DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT HE'S GRINNING. THIS ENTIRE FUCKING SCENE DOESN'T EXIST. ]

And that's perfect for me. Don't ever leave my side, you got that?

what have we done

[fineprinted]

[ well....... okay, so. this guy doesn't object to having his hand held after all. jeez, types like him sure are a handful.

tsumugi can only sigh in mild exasperation, tucking a lock of his wayward hair behind his ear with a much brighter smile. jeez, there really is no cure for stupidity, is there?

that's fine by him. ]

All right, all right~. I'll be with you all the way. [ ... ♪
] You still haven't told me your name, by the way.

[flinty]

[ Shut up. He's gonna act like this never happened in an hour. ]

I was waiting for you to guess. It's Aza Choubee. [ There's really no reason to include "Brigand King" -- not in an area where it's clearly isn't necessary and clearly would only bring more complications than it would anything else.

(Don't mind the fact that he'll just open up about being a criminal soon, too.) ] Just Choubee's fine.