Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out. There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see. But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out. Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[troubadamsel]

[Maribelle, having been on the floor, slowly starts to get up.]

D-duly appreciated...

[skatebird]

[ Girl... But Yata's gotten better with girls lately. In fact, he's pretty sure he recognizes this one (he doesn't, though; he's thinking of Charlotte). ]

Y-yeah. No problem.

[ He... doesn't offer out his hand to help her up, though he will if she seems hurt. Either way... ]

There's tons of those guys around, but they don't seem too tough.

[troubadamsel]

[Thankfully, she appears unharmed... on the outside. She gets up, brushing herself down.]

It was so strange... I just... couldn't muster the will to defend myself.

[skatebird]

[ Woah, that sounds concerning. And familiar. ]

You, too? I've run into a few people like that.

[ Soon he'll be one of them. But for now he seems alright. ]

[troubadamsel]

... Maybe the cold is just getting to us. It's dreadful, in this place...

[And it was dreadful back in the town too.]

[skatebird]

You think so?

[ Because Yata sounds doubtful. ]

I heard someone say it was another fairytale thing.

[troubadamsel]

... That might be it. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with many of them... or my realm has different ones.

[skatebird]

I don't know much about 'em, either.

[ So he's not much help there. On the other hand... ]

I know a bunch of people gathered together for safety, though. Want me to show you the way?

[troubadamsel]

Yes, that might be best... Please, lead the way.

[skatebird]

[ ... She still seems weirdly calm to Yata, but he guesses that's... normal? He starts to lead the way, glancing over his shoulder and making sure she's following him.

... Oh, right, there's something else he should check-- ]

You're, uh... Charlotte, right?

[ He's pretty sure of that one. ]

[troubadamsel]

[That gets an eyebrow raise.]

... Maribelle. My name is Maribelle.

[skatebird]

[ Oops. Yata cringes slightly. ]

Sorry... I thought we met way back when everyone was first showing up...

[troubadamsel]

... It's fine.

[It's difficult to care right now, thanks shard.]

Now you know.

[skatebird]

[ ... This is getting weird. Yata doesn't know Maribelle, but even so... ]

Uh, are you okay...? Most people'd get more annoyed about being mistaken for someone else...

[troubadamsel]

What good would being annoyed do? It's just all so pointless.

[... reassuring.]

[skatebird]

[ ... um.... ]

Is there... uh, anyone else around here that knows you? Either from home, or someone you met here?

[troubadamsel]

There's no one from my realm here, but I have made allies. Why?