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awash mods ([personal profile] awashmods) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs2019-07-08 07:00 pm

Event Twenty-Five.





I'd like to creep into the wood
And see the bonnets blue,
And hear the bluebells ringing loud,
I wish I could -- don't you?





t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.

It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower.

(At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.)

Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun!




Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

kuron: (3JprIoV)

[personal profile] kuron 2019-07-15 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
I'm wet from the wellwater, but otherwise I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

[ he's better than fine, in fact - he remembers keith cutting his arm off, remembers the shock of losing his arm once again. in spite of himself, shiro reaches for his right shoulder and grips where the joint of the galra arm meets its socket. ]

Is this common around here? For strangers to just show up from a well?

[ she was right; he has a lot of questions. ]
pyrafect: (c22)

[personal profile] pyrafect 2019-07-15 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Every two months, mm. [ She nods to him, giving him some space. ] And all of us are from different worlds and times-- and I'm not speaking about different, ah, moons or planets, but entirely different universes that operate under different mechanics or histories. [ From what she's gathered, anyway. Mostly, words with what people describe as "magic" versus those that don't. ]

This place is called-- well, I should say, it doesn't actually have a name that we know about, but apparently when the first otherworlders arrived, they all decided to call this place Chroma. We're not sure exactly what happened to the original residents besides some theories. For the most part, it seems that we're here to attempt to restore color to this world.

Through forming bonds with others, no less.