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!

Comments

[noholdsbard]

I’m afraid my life has been a series of such near-misses, particularly where it concerns happiness.

[ Maybe shut him up before he starts going on some melodramatic tangent— ]

[scooptimistic]

... Oh, so--

[ pardon, she's sneezing now. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ …Smooth. ]

Please forgive me. [ He totally fell for it. ] It appears that this fire is hardly sufficient to warm you.

[ And they’re kind of short on kindling at the moment, but… He turns toward the tapestry hanging from the wall. It might still need a good thawing by the fire, but it’s better than nothing. He plucks a string on his harp and the ropes fastening that tapestry in place snap, dropping their half-frozen load onto the floor. ]

[scooptimistic]

... Did you really just cut a rope with your music?

[ Uh. ]

[noholdsbard]

Oh, yes. I can do a fair amount of tricks with my harp.

[ But he’s bending over to pick up that tapestry anyway. It’s probably not the best blanket around, but they haven’t got a lot of options anyway. ]

Is it really so surprising? I think your abilities far outshine my own.

[scooptimistic]

No, it's kind of extremely different...

I like your ability a lot, though! It suits you.

[ Sad harp man. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ Is he…really giving off that kind of image to people… ]

Then I thank you very much for the compliment. So long as I’m able to assist you, I care not which form my powers take.

[ But ah, he’s managed to shake the frost off a sizeable portion of that tapestry. It looks warm enough… ]

And perhaps this might help to warm you.

[scooptimistic]

I appreciate it! Care to join me?

[ In sinful tapestry cohabitation? ]

[noholdsbard]

[ L—Lewd… ]

It would be a pleasure. [ Maybe he looks a little too happy about the prospect. Um. Pay no mind to him as he slips under the tapestry with her. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Look, they're not being naked under a tapestry, so all is well and Maya seems very pleased with this state of-- being slightly less freezing. Cuddling under a tapestry, sure why not. ]

This is a first for me. I've got to say, I've been able to experience a lot of firsts since I came here!

[noholdsbard]

[ Wow, next thing you know this might escalate into, like, handholding, or something. ]

Camping by firelight, you mean? [ Even if it is indoors… ]

I have had the opportunity many a time, but I have never quite gone about it in this manner. It’s…strangely exciting.

[scooptimistic]

Oh no, I've done that! But I've never used a tapestry as a blanket with a melancholy musician before!

[ OF COURSE YOU HAVEN'T, MAYA, THAT'S TOO DAMNED SPECIFIC. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ So pure… ]

Haha, well I’m happy to provide the experience! [ Honestly they probably should just hang around campfires more often. ]

Ah, but there is one thing I’ve never been able to do at a campfire…

[scooptimistic]

...? What's that?

[ Yes, enlighten her. ]

[noholdsbard]

It’s a bit silly. [ He turns toward the flames, even shrinking back a little into his side of the tapestry huddle. ]

Campfires are such wonderful places for storytelling. Many a harrowing deed of valor had been passed over this rite of flames, and yet I…well, it seems rather foolish of me to want it. To…To be scared, that is.

[scooptimistic]

You... [ Oh. ]

You want to hear scary stories?

[noholdsbard]

Oh, well…yes. [ He feels very silly to even ask. ]

It is hardly appropriate for the season, but I thought…

[scooptimistic]

Aww, Archer!

[ with an affectionate nudge of the shoulders, before Maya leans back again to beam. ]

It's appropriate for all seasons! I'll tell you all the spooky tales you want!

[noholdsbard]

[ Why are you so good to him— ]

I would be most grateful. I’ve often been told that I needed to expand my repertoire… [ By, you know, not talking about sad things all the damn time? ]

[scooptimistic]

Then leave it to me! I'm not sure how scary I can sound, but the stories themselves should do the trick.

[noholdsbard]

I am sure you’ll do much better. People tend to weep whenever I try to tell a blood-curdling tale.

[scooptimistic]

... Weep.

[ Oh boy. ]

Okay, well, now I feel more confident.

[noholdsbard]

Oh, yes. It was truly vexing. I can’t imagine what I might have done wrong…

[ Gee I wonder ]

[scooptimistic]

I think your personality miiiight have something to do with it?

[noholdsbard]

Then is it really hopeless for me…? [ Man, not being a hit at campfire parties kinda bites. ]