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Intro Log.

It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head and went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the morning.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light.

It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb.

The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. Oh, and to make things even better, it's raining today. Water from below (though thankfully only like, knee-deep), and water from above... how fun.

But most importantly of all... you're not alone.

Welcome to Awash's second intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. New characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Thankfully, they have some friends on the outside, this time.

Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways.

Please feel free to ask any questions here and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[ a brief note for all threads, though I'll try to remember to mention it: for anyone familiar with Japanese history, Ieyasu Tokugawa is known as the last unifier who created the Tokugawa Shogunate. convenient history link. pretty standard history knowledge that I don't want to make anyone research if they play a character from Japan.........................

on his left arm (where the chainmail is) and on his hood (when it's upright), there's the Tokugawa Crest. that's the psa! ]

[ WELL - TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK ]

[Ieyasu breaks the water with a splutter.

When he notices someone with him, his question is immediately - ] Are you alright?

[what's even going on here. give him a second as he gets his bearings, but still holding an arm out to them naturally in case they find themselves tired or off-balance. just watch the gauntlets, he's all covered up in that gleaming metal armor.

eventually when he notices that they've got a ways up to go in the well, his brow furrows and he seems to seriously consider - ]

I could throw you up there....?

[human cannon, just go with it]

[ FLAVO - *PHIL COLLINS PLAYS IN THE BG* ]

[here you are, minding your own damn business. taking in the scenery. appreciating the greenery(?) to be found in the district. there's trees! there's nature! there's -

suddenly a man swinging upside down from a low tree branch like he's playing on some damn monkey bars and INCOMING OH GOD HIS HEAD'S PROBABLY PRETTY HARD

rest in pieces]

[ ANYWHERE I - HOW DO YOU DO, FELLOW KIDS ]

[do you know what you're doing???? are you at least pretending that you do??? WELL, HERE'S IEYASU, WAVING HELLO LIKE YOU'RE OLD PALS]

My friend! [you're friends now] Are you familiar with this place? What can I do to help? Direct me as you see fit - I feel like I have much to learn!

[but he doesn't sound that upset about it, rather he's still offering a bright smile and an extended hand]

—oh, but that's rather rude of me, isn't it? I haven't even introduced myself... I am Tokugawa Ieyasu, the Light of the East. [what] It's a pleasure! [is it]

[ ANYWHERE II - THIS SOLVES NOTHING ]

[oh shit, it's wet.

but if you look like you weren't expecting it, ieyasu will assist to the best of his ability!! which is to say that he'll shrug off his sleeveless hoodie which covered him not at all in the first place and move to hold it above you like a makeshift shelter, doing so with a sheepish laugh]

Let's go, let's go...! You'll catch a cold like this.

[it's fine, idiots don't catch colds]

[ WILDCARD ME UP ]

[ and if none of these work for you, hit me with your best shot! i can take it! my plurk is also

evergrace if you'd prefer to plot there]

Edited 2018-05-16 01:14 (UTC)

1. Well (Well Well)

[So . . . this is not what Greed had expected to wake up to.

He hadn't expected to wake up at all, actually, so opening his eyes and sitting up is an improvement already. Admittedly, waking up in cold water is shitty, but it's better than being dead. But ugh, if he'd really had to guess, he would have imagined . . . oh, who knows. A hospital bed, maybe. An underground lair. A palace full of pretty consorts weeping over his prone body as a Xingese prince staring down anxiously at him, man, that would've been nice.

But no. Just a cave and a lot of rain.

It makes his hair flop down and stick to his forehead, which is irritating, and he shoves it back as he glances around. It's dark as shit, but he can see better than most humans. The well's full of people, teenagers and adults, whining or gasping out questions or splashing around stupidly.

Hmm. A moment's experimentation shows that he can still form claws, black carbon covering his skin from fingertips to forearm, and he grins sharply.

Another moment and he leaps upwards, hand slamming into the well's wall. The claws stick, and he laughs triumphantly, overwhelmingly pleased with himself. But rather than climb out, he drops back down again with a little hup.

After all: now he knows he can get out easy. It'd be stupid to squander that. But maybe if some pretty girl wants to, you know, ask really nicely, or some dude wants to pay for the privilege, well, he won't skip out and miss the chance.]

So. How badly do you want to get out of here?

2. Ruga

[It takes him a while to find the house he was assigned. It's not a matter of being lost, but he wants to explore a fair bit. So Greed wanders, his expression easy and open, an amused air clear in his stride and faint smile. This is weird, weird as hell, but he's pretty game for anything right now.]

Hey!

[Does he mean you? He sure does.]

You just get here, or you been here a while?

[Because he has two very different sets of questions depending on your answer.]

3. Wildcard

[Greed will be wandering around, acquainting himself with the town and trying to get the lay of the land. Feel free to run into him in any of the districts, looking at what this place has to offer.]

Edited 2018-05-16 01:18 (UTC)

[ annabeth can be found constantly in jeans; sneakers; a neon orange camp half-blood t-shirt; and a necklace with ten clay beads, a coral pendant, and a gold ring hung on it. her hair is either down or up but is consistently curly, and her eyes are ~intense stormy gray~ thanks canon for that. ]

i: well this isn't fun

[ she wakes up with her jeans getting soaked in too-cold water and annabeth grits her teeth and doesn't mess around with wondering what happened. that can be dealt with after she deals with this.

"this" being getting out of the well, which...

okay. hm.

she looks at the walls, and the climb looks kind of terrible but she wades over to one and feels for a handhold. ]

Do you have any rope? [ she can't see well in the dark but she's already mentally going through what she has that might be of use.

she's pretty sure she can make the climb without rope. she's done worse. ]

ii: flavo front porch: a-questing we might go?

[ latr in the day annabeth can be found on the porch of the house she apparently shares with ling yao and bruce wayne - it's covered, so there's that, and it's about the limit of where her shitty awash laptop works. so she's got it open and is reading back through the forum...

if anyone passes by or pauses, she'll speak up immediately. ]

Excuse me - have you done any of these "quests"? I'm not clear on the color requirements.

[ more importantly: do you want to go on a quest with a newbie yellow? ]

iii: laptops sometimes run on magic

[ on a later and more sunny day in the month, annabeth has found a nice patch of grass somewhere in flavo to set up camp for the day and has a laptop open and is typing away industriously - but the laptop looks a bit higher tech than their assigned laptops, and the keys and readout is all in ancient greek.

probably most people can't read that, although they can see schematics on the screen which look like plumbing plans for some reason...

possibly she's trying to figure out some way to, like, make indoor plumbing a thing. look. ]

wildcard

[ alternately, please feel free to throw me whatever and i'll roll with it! you can pm me here or reach me at plurk at lucylovespluto if you need to plot! ]

[Resurrection, to be fair, isn't as stunning to homunculi as it assuredly is to humans. Greed's died a shitton of times before. He's died as a party trick, his head smashed off just to regrow, not only because it was a quick way to prove his regeneration powers but because it'd been fucking hilarious to do it. God, Martel had screamed the first time he'd done it, all high-pitched and girly, she'd nearly killed him all over again when he'd come back, and she--

But he isn't allowing himself to think of Martel, not even now.

Anyway. The point is, though he's undoubtedly shocked to find himself walking and talking (just like a real boy!), there's only half a minute of surprise. Then he's striding around all that cold water, cracking his neck and taking in the scenery. There's plenty of people around, teenagers and adults, Amestrians and Xingese people alike (surely they're all from his world, surely they all adhere to the borders and ethnic groups he knows) looking wet and miserable . . . but one in the distance catches his eye.

Ah.

He's got his back to him, but that doesn't matter. He'd know that body anywhere. Long black hair (longer than he remembers), his frame held self-assuredly as he takes in his new location. His body's a little bigger, limbs lengthened and shoulders widened, which means he's older. Eighteen? Twenty? Something like that.

Good. He survived, then. Good, that Edward truly had finished Father off; that Greed's sacrifice wasn't in vain. That's undoubtedly good, and yet something in his heart aches, bittersweet, to see him there, grown up.

How far in the past is Greed for him? Has he forgotten about him? Oh, surely not, surely not, who could forget Greed? But maybe that ache has faded; perhaps it's not an open wound so much as a scar now. Perhaps Greed doesn't occupy his every waking thought, and nor should he, but . . .

It's very strange in the worst way to see solid evidence that someone has moved on from your death.

But shit, can't spend all day getting all melodramatic. How pathetic would that be? Greed forces a grin on his face, straightening up and taking a few steps forward. The kid's bound to sense him in a minute, so best to get ready and surprise him before that happens.

Will he know him? Greed wonders. It's a different voice, a different body. Taller, bigger, sharp teeth and purple eyes . . . but no, Greed silently scolds himself, of course he'll know him. He might be entirely different than Ling remembers, but there's some things your soul just doesn't forget. He'll know him, because their souls had once been so intimately intertwined as to be nearly the same. There's no guesswork needed after something like that.

(He knows he rubbed off on the kid. He knows, too, that the kid rubbed off on him in a myriad of ways; that he talks and walks and thinks just a little differently now, all because of those six months with Ling).

Thirty feet between them, now. Not much at all, but an immense distance after they were intertwined for so many months.]

Well, well!

[He shoves his hands in his pockets, obscuring his tattoo, and rocks forward on his pointed boots, sort of hating the way water fills them.]

Looks like the little prince grew up after all! Or is it emperor now? It better be, after all that shit I went through to help you out.

[He wonders if he'll cry. He wonders if he'll hit him. Maybe both.]

The Well

Ah, c'mon!

( There's a lot of splashing as Mutsu gets onto his feet and tries to catch his bearings. What if he told you this wasn't the first time he'd woken up soaked to the bone? Granted, the last time that had happened, someone had been trying really hard to wake up him with a pot full of water.

Realizing he's still knee-deep, his hands move quickly with one feeling for the sword at his waist and the other feeling for the gun on his thigh. His sword is safe and sound but when he feels his holster, he grimaces. His bullets are totally wasted now, aren't they? Where ever they are, he's going to have to rely on his swordsmanship from here on out. L a m e .

Getting a look at where they are, he frowns, )

I know I'm a heavy sleeper but this is crazy…! ( Except he's definitely figured out that this isn't an elaborate prank of some sort because... well, there sure are a lot of unfamiliar faces down here? None of these guys look like any of the Touken Danshi so he'll turn to whoever is closest, give them a hand if they need it, and ask directly, ) So who're you s'posed to be?

... And any idea what's going on?

(Also, don’t mind him shaking his arms around as he tries to get the feeling back. It’s cold! He doesn’t like this.)

Around Town/Housing Districts

( Once he's out of the well, he takes to exploring. He’d done his best to dry off but the rain is definitely a problem right now. For now, he takes shelter under a doorstep or something. Maybe it’s your doorstep or it’s the awning for some building you wanted to check out. Either way, he’s in the way because he has a pretty bad habit of taking up as much space as possible. Trying to get himself dry, he’s wringing out the sleeves of his kimono and patting down his pants. His fake tail is particularly offensive and he takes a minute to wring that out too. How much water did he soak up? The guy is practically a walking mop.

And couldn't he dry himself off somewhere else? Yes, but he didn’t. It's fine, probably. Just ignore the puddle he’s making. If you ask him about it, he's going to swear up and down it was already there. )

The Water

( It's only natural he'd find himself drawn to the water. He’s given up trying to stay dry and has just taken to exploring in the rain. Standing at the end of the harbor, he tries to look out to the horizon to see the line where the sky meets the sea--. )

Is this supposed to be some sort of sea? ( He can take a guess based on the harbor and the boats but this could also be a big lake? He isn't sure. ) What's wrong with it?

( The sea normally fills him with excitement and wonder but this just makes him feel uncomfortable. )

How d'ya take the color outta the sea and the sky?

( This is the prompt where Mutsu has twenty questions to cover up for the fact he's honestly pretty troubled. )

Wildcard

( Hit me up!! We can plot on plurk (eski or PM. )

i. the well
[So, you know. This is new.

For those stuck in the well with Hunk, he may not be... immediately someone to be paying attention to. Unless you find his yellow space armour noticeable (sans big gun). He seems to have wedged himself into the corner to take up as little room as possible and is... muttering to himself? Okay. Perhaps a little worrying.

To Hunk, he's trying desperately to get his communications working, to reach uh anyone:] Shiro? Lance? Piiiidge? Seriously, guys, no-one? Lotor even?

[So feel free to catch him mid worried-mutter fest or... when he's shimmied his way along the wall of the well toward the edge. He raises up one of his arms and what seems to be something like a high-tech grappling hook shoots upward from a slat in the armour to latch onto the edge of the well. He tugs at it a few times and then Hunk raises his free hand to say:] Anyone need a lift out?

...One at a time, though?

ii. out and around
[Usually when Hunk is stressed out, he likes to do things like... baking. Stress baking. It's a little harder usually because he's often in space and you try finding regular Earth flour in space. Now he has no baking utensils at his immediate disposal, so stressing is manifesting in mumbling.

All the while he's picking his way through any of the districts, peeking into buildings or lingering outside of houses with colour, mumbling as he chews on a gloved thumb.]

No big deal, Hunk, not like you're part of a team who the galaxy is counting on, no big deal if you can't find anyone or get into contact with anyone oh yeah I'm sure it's cool they'll probably just find someone else for Yellow. Yup. Yeah.

Oh, jeez. Jeez. ...Quiznak.

[... He's probably going to be fine.]

iii. out and around (in and out of abandoned houses edition)
[For the time being, Hunk has started supplies-gathering! Which mostly involves, well, getting some food items. He eventually does find several cans of non-perishable food, perking up to see something familiar and not alien food.

However.

If you happen to be in the vicinity when he puts some of it in his mouth (he's hungry leave him alone), you'll have the great experience of watching someone tear up a little. And then pull the utensil out of his mouth.]

It tastes so bad... I'd rather the food goo...!

[A GROAN OF DESPAIR...]

iv.
[THROW ANYTHING AT ME I'M HERE FOR IT literally anything Hunk doesn't mind and neither do I]

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i.
[ S C R E A M I N G

It's cold and dark and the first thing Mafuyu does when she opens her eyes is shriek her head off because 1) where the fuck is she, 2) she can't swim, 3) what the fuck is this. The second point is kind of serious, but she offsets this by scrambling onto whatever she can grab to get to higher ground, and if that means dunking your face into the water as she tries to clambor onto your back, so be it. ]

ii.
[ Wherever around town you are, there is a pigeon flying towards you, a scrap of paper held in its beak and flapping frantically in your face to get your attention. Taking the paper, you'll find it... having said something, presumably, once upon a time, but now it's just smeared black ink on soggy paper thanks to the rain. The bird coos in your face insistently, though, hoping for somebody to follow it back to the well it came from, or at least be kind enough to not to mistake it for dinner. ]

wc.
hey hey are the rewards any good? i have pens and stuff in my backpack so i got the colors reqs all covered!

[ We can handwave intros and getting Mafuyu up to speed, idc, do quests with me... Mafuyu is a red, so another red for quest 7 (capture a dozen geese), or anybody for quest 8 (make a wish come true, and Mafuyu's wishes are very very simple, like getting to eat a delicious meal, or making a new friend) or quest 9 (learn a new skill; she can teach you morse code... I guess... or learn something from you!) ]

( o1, in the well )

[ Tenn Kujo wakes up and immediately starts shivering. His pink cardigan does him absolutely no good when he's already half drenched, and it's rapidly becoming even more waterlogged in light of the rain. Tenn looks up for a long minute, then presses his fingers against the wall, trying to gauge if he has any possible hope of climbing out. He quickly discards it as a fool's errand; the tips of his fingertips are already blue from cold, and he's shivering too hard to be able to climb out.

Luckily, he isn't alone, and so he approaches the first person he sees, trying to look as put together as he can when he's pretty sure his teeth are chattering hard enough to be audible. ]

Excuse me, do you know how to get out of -- [ he bites down and swallows, because he isn't going to allow himself to do something like stuttering, but it's a close thing. ] -- here?

( o2, pick your own district )

[ Tenn is huddled up under the first overhang he sees, wringing out his cardigan and giving it a slightly sad expression. He's not sure it's ever going to be the same. That's sad; it's his go-to outfit whenever he wants to venture out without being recognized.

Tenn pauses, and then --

sneezes. Three times, in rapid succession. ]

Uuu...

( o3, your house?! an abandoned house?! )

[ Tenn is still -- wet. Extremely wet. His flu mask is tugged down because it doesn't do any good for anything when it's so waterlogged, and he's pretty sure there aren't going to be any Trigger fans in a place like this.

Tenn has been sneezing off and on ever since he woke up in the well, and so his first priority is to try and find a change of clothes, or at least a fire, or at least somewhere dry, so he hesitates for a split second before he knocks on the first door he finds. ]

Excuse me.

[ His voice is firm, if still polite, but if he goes unanswered, he'll just calmly open the door and peer inside. ]

( locked to riku nanase ; )

[ Tenn is wet and miserable and shivering faintly when he hears a familiar voice. A voice that he really was not expecting to hear, and he goes through about sixteen emotions in the span of five seconds, jumping from a faintly elated Riku is here! to a worried and distinctly aghast Riku is here?!

He speeds up, not quite running but walking very briskly, rounding the corner and looking at Riku. ]

You shouldn't be outside when the weather is this bad!

[ Despite the immediate chastisement, Tenn can't quite keep the mixed relief and worry out of his voice. He also looks a little like a drowned cat, so it's even less threatening than normal. ]

A — DOWN THE WELL

[Things that The Witch has professionally decided to hate today: enclosed spaces; the dark, freezing-cold rain.

It would be just the old bastard's sense of humor, to toss her somewhere that'd render her immediately miserable. And if that was his plan, well, then he's done a bang-up job of it, because one second she's...well, admittedly not great, but at least surviving (if you can really call it that), and then the next minute she's knee-deep in freezing water, which is spilling down through the tops of her boots and chilling her knees and dampening a good few feet of her floor-length black cloak and — ugh!

The weird thing is, there's other people around. Like, immediately around, like right here in this...wherever with her. Now that's unusual, to say the least.

It's also making her paranoid as fuck, because the only thing worse than an enclosed space is an enclosed space filled with potential threats, most all of whom are probably bigger and beefier than you.

Still, there's an easy way to fix this. She can still feel her magic, luckily enough, and so the first thing she does is form a globe of soft red light, hoping to illuminate some of their surroundings. The second thing she does, upon realizing that her familiar is thankfully still with her, is sends him up to scout through that little opening up top, just to check around for any possible questionable activity in...whatever's up there.

Thus:

People in the well, say hello to a local light source that's thankfully colored so as not to blind anybody and strip their night vision from eyes that may have adapted to the dark down here.

People outside of the well, there's a blue jay flitting up to perch on the lip of the well, looking altogether normal and innocent save for the fact that, well, he does seem to be looking around a lot.]

B — THE GREAT ESCAPE

[Sometime after people have made their Great Escape™ from the well, The Witch too is setting out to explore her newfound surroundings. What's curious, if you happen to see her, is the fact that...well, it's actually kind of hard to see her! Oh, sure, she's a 5'6" girl with bright red hair wandering between awnings and other forms of shelter from the rain, but there's something about her long black cloak that just...isn't really something your eyes want to settle on for any lengthy period of time, apparently.

People who can sense magic will probably immediately identify that the cloak in question is enchanted to make it that way; people who can't will probably just find that even when you look right at her, your eyes just sort of slide away to something else before long.

That said, you'll probably hear her, if you're close enough. There's no magic camouflaging that.]

Okay. Okay. This is cool, it's cool, stay cool, this is fine. Weird little town, middle of who the fuck knows where — stupid fucking well, stupid fucking rain — okay. Okay. Just...first things first, what comes first? Place to sleep. Something to eat. Start small. One problem at a time.

[...Presumably she's talking to herself; it doesn't really seem like she's directing that at anyone else. Suffice to say, however, if it looks like someone is going to approach her outright, she'll clam right up and simply watch their approach, guarded and curious.]

...Hi?

C — WILDCARD

[Want to thread with The Witch somewhere else? Hit me up with a starter!]

[H...HI... Minato's got his own coat over his head, because it's awfully wet out here--but when Ieyasu waves to him, he has to blink slowly, and move closer.

Uh.]

Hello... I--

[... I.

I???

I...]

Toku...gawa-san...? [??!??? The Light of the East?!]

[ a. under my umbwella well-a well-a ay ay. ]

[ It's disorienting. Maya's used to disorienting by now, either recalling things that hadn't technically happened when she least expected it, or dealing with the supernatural lurching at her in one way or another. But she thought perhaps it might have calmed down after they'd just staggered out of one hell of a boss fight.

And yet. Here she is, with no familiar faces around, up to her knees in water and becoming steadily drenched from above. Also scuffed-up, but that's a problem for Later Maya. Current Maya needs to figure this current situation out first, and as she glances around, taking note of the layout of the well and just how many people are down here...

Hm. ]

Want a boost? A delicate flower like me's probably built up some muscle hauling equipment around!

[ She's 5'6" and 106 pounds soaking wet (she is soaking wet). Yes, she will ask this even of the people bigger than her, with the exact same buoyant grin. ]

[ b. Forest for no rest ]

[ Hm. Okay, maybe at some point she ought to get indoors and stop standing out in the rain like an idiot (but idiots don't get colds, she'd tell you with a laugh). But Maya's far too curious about literally everything to stop exploring now, and still very much looking like she's just arrived fresh from a fight. With something.

She's been cheerful for the most part, though, except for when she moves closer to the forest and folds her arms over her chest. And just frowns, before she turns to you. Whoever you are. ]

This... isn't exactly the coziest of places to check out, is it? Something about it just feels off.

[ c. around town! ]

[ You can find her pretty much everywhere. Checking out the new digs in Ruga, possibly about to step into a not-promising-looking boat in Bluo, just loitering by the town hall or what-have-you. But if you make eye contact with her, she's instantly brightening and waving an arm over her head. ]

Hey! Hey, just a minute! I've got about twenty questions for you, but I promise to shorten them by half if you'll cooperate!

[ One of those questions is probably not "do you have an umbrella", though it probably should be. ]

[ d. wildcard! ]

[ Literally anything! You can PM me or hit me up at

starswept if you want to plot! ]

I. a swift death

[not really

Somehow, Ling gets himself out of the well. There may have been a lot of seemingly impossible parkour involved, very energetic, very athletically impressive! And now, up in the town, he's... well he's parkour'd his way onto the roof of a building. Maybe it's your home, who knows!! He's just up there, for some reason lying face down with his arms and head hanging over the edge, waving occasionally to get people's attention.

Hello, please pay attention up here, thank you.]

You look like someone who's ready to go on a quest!

[so that's what this is about, i guess]

II. these doors don't lock

[Or rather, the windows don't! Which means no matter whose house this is, yours probably, Ling is going to climb right in the window. Maybe he catches wind of something of interest - food, mostly, or if you like to talk to yourself... Whatever the cause, the most warning you'll get before there's a dude just crouched on the windowsill is, frankly, the sound of the window sliding open as it's lifted from the outside.

Hello!!! It's still fucking raining, he's soaked, he's ruining this weird outfit.]

Hey there! You don't mind, do you?

[hello??]

III. """research"""

[Specifically, research he's not going to do himself. Laughable! Why do that when he can stand around smiling pleasantly (read: unflinchingly, definitely to excess) at everyone who walks by and ask them to do it for him, to wit--]

Please tell me what's happening here! [that's straightforward, right. don't make him beg because he will and it will be embarrassing.] What country is this?

IV. wildcard

[it's here... hmu @ jojoveller if u want. for questies: he's a yellow, hooray]

Oh... you got out of the well.

[Minato?

He's on the fringe of Ruga, having gone there to try to check on Caramia, when he stumbles into Maya.

Or, rather, Maya just kind of chases him down. Hi.]

I can try to help, sure.

( quick ooc note -- fourth walling is okay! but just be cool about the bruce wayne = batman stuff. bruce has experienced himself as a fictional character in other universes so he can roll with it. essentially 'you're a fictional superhero named batman' is fine, 'your parents were murdered in crime alley and you watched it happen' a bit less fine.)

ONE — well, this is new.

[ here's one old guy in what's clearly pajamas, staring up at the open hole and standing there in wet socks and sweats. he has on a faded t-shirt with a gotham knights logo on it (a basketball team) and looks a little tired. there's a sigh as he looks around the bottom of the well to the others and then back up to the top.

after a moment, he'll quietly and subtly hang backwards as he waits to see other people start climbing up. he's going to stay down as long as possible just to make sure everyone gets up out of the well and get a sense of who's down here together. plus, he doesn't want to like... climb out of the well and draw attention to himself in any matter. normal guy here! doing normal things! it's totally fine.

but if anyone wants to bother the dad shaped wallflower, go for it. ]

TWO — do you want to pet my dog?

[ here's bruce again, up and out of the well, leaning against a wall of a building a little outside of the yellow district. he's ducked under an awning, trying to keep dry from now and making a soft hh sound as he glances up at the sky. doesn't look like the rain is going to stop anytime soon. he wonders if it always rains here, if that's part of this planet's ecosystem? or reality, rather. this is either a planet or alternate universe and once he figures out which one it is, that'll make it easier to deal with this going forward.

for now, he's going to pull off his wet socks and he only looks up again when he hears a familiar bark as his dog approaches him. he smiles, recognizing that dog anywhere and bending down to hold out a hand as ace approaches him. ]

Hey, Ace. You being a good boy?

[ there's an answering bark but bruce does have to wonder -- how did they get ace? ]

THREE — mellow yellow.

[ eventually, he ends up in his assigned house and he has to imagine it's assigned because there's just a... strong feeling he belongs here. it's a little unsettling and he hates that this place can also make him feel certain things but he does need to inspect the place too.

so, anyone passing by the front of bruce's shared cottage will see him sitting on the steps in front, waiting for the other two people he's supposed to be sharing with. it's very clear that this is shared housing, at least, and he's not going to miss out on meeting his new "roommates".

which also weird -- an indication that they'll be here long term. it must be why ace is here, he realizes. a comfort thing. ace seems to agree with the way he rests his head in bruce's lap while they wait. ]

WILDCARD — he's really anti-social, y'all.

[ bruce sucks forever and will mostly keep to himself/keep quiet for the foreseeable future. but if you want to have any reason to get bruce and your character to interact, throw me something here or hit me up via gcpd! bruce might not want to get out there and meet people, but i sure want him to. ]

So what kind of skills do you know?

[Shouto stares up at him and is briefly reminded of that time Aizawa decided running on the tops of roofs was the best method of travel. Though he can't quite expect him to lounge up there.]

... Which quest?

[ first of all: dave doesn't know this person so he takes an immediate interest of the guy peering into a nearby ruga house.

second of all, though... ]

Quiznak? [ that's a keith thing. ] Hey. You, uh...know what Galra and all are?

[ he just pulled out another keith word. let him live. ]

[Yes, he absolutely wants to pet his dog? Holy shit, a dog!! Minato was mostly trying to make sure that people got out of the well okay, and that they knew what was going on, but...]

Oh...

[Dog!!]

Is it okay if I pet him...?

[FOCUS, MINATO.]

[So word travels fast in this place -- mostly because when things happen it usually devolves into weirdness or danger fast. Anyway, Keith has heard that there are new arrivals. Just like when they all showed up the first time. Right at the bottom of the well. By the time Keith hears this and gets his ass to the well, most everyone has apparently made their way out of it. Which is good.

But from there, he's out wandering; new people could be confused and might need help and might need to be told to stay away from the forest. Things like that.

What he's not expecting is to see a familiar face.

At first he's sure he's got it wrong when he catches sight of Hunk -- though honestly the Yellow Paladin is a little unmistakable, honestly. And when he gets close enough to hear that muttering, he can't stop the smile splitting his face. Like it's terrible that Hunk is stuck here too. No good at all, but he's just so relieved to see his friend -- it's been a long time; Keith was gone with the Blades to begin with, never mind getting stuck here and --]

No way. They'd never find a better leg. Not in the whole universe.

[Keith teases, a few feet behind Hunk. Sorry, Hunk. He can't help it he's just... he's missed his friends.]

Huh?!

[Hunk's head snaps to look at Dave real fast. He even stops his snooping and troubled muttering.]

Uh, yeah? Most're trying to take over the galaxy?

[...] How do you know the Galra?

[he has never seen you at their cool space castle and he is 99% sure this is a human person he's talking to]

i can boil water to the EXACT PERFECT TEMP for instant noodles!

RAINY WELL, NEED A HAND?

One moment you're fighting a plethora of dastardly cronies, next thing you end up ass deep in a treacherous well-- oh harhar, look, it's even right pissing down too, raining cats and dogs as they say. You've never heard that expression? It's an old timey one I reckon, not like you even give a rat's hoot—

_{[ See this kid? He looks about sixteen. Well, it's hard not catch sight of him given the bright attire he is wearing. Actually, it's embarrassing, and he looks like a super hero? You know, kids these days, pretending to be things they aren't.
He's apparently talking to nobody which is the concerning part as he stands over there in the freezing water wiping off rain and well water from his glasses with a dry part of his cape. He's squinting-- looks like he's pretty dependent on those things. After he places his glasses on he looks straight ahead at you. Yes, you there, struggling to get out of the well. He's apprehensive to assist for a moment seeing as he isn't used to meeting new people, but after a good moment of staring and debating what to do, Jake finally drifts off of his feet and flies, floating carefully to you. He way he wrings his hands together indicates he's pretty nervous. ]}

Erg, pardon my bother, but do you need assistance leaving this vicinity?
_{[ yeah you know just.. casually floating there, giving both you and him enough space. ]}

FLAVO TOWN (ROOM MATES OR ANY OTHER YELLOWS CHECKING THINGS OUT)

_{[ Right so, the first thing he does is adventure about. He does so by flight and even though he's briefly checked out Bluo and Ruga, Jake eventually settles near the cottages. Upon further investigation, he's drawn to a cottage that is lacking color and politely raps is knuckles against the door before just.. barging in as you do. By now, Jake has two Berettas in his hand.. and there's plenty more where that came from. It's awfully quiet as he walks into the cottage, but he's got a funny suspicion he isn't here alone, especially when he hears footsteps. He isn't certain what kind of fauna, creatures or characters he is gonna find here, so he plays it safe as he draws his guns upward. ]}

A-Alright! I know you're in here! Show yourself!
_{[ this isn't how you make friends.. ]}

TAKE ME BACK TO THE WATER

_{[ Investigation and things aside, Jake's been sitting on a pier at the harbor not too far off from the cottage that he found the most favorable in his opinion. Again, he's talking to.. evidently nobody. He's eating some canned food, and by the looks of it, it's colored, and also very flavorful. It's a can of pineapples, one of his personal favorites, and he's eating the small pieces with his bare hands. ]}

You know, you're really talkative. Not like my best bro isn't, but it's rather silly. I feel like I can talk to you about all sorts of things. Right now is a good time for chit-chatting.. I don't think any of our friends are here, so it's kind of.. comforting in a way? Um. I hope you don't take that in a weirdo way. Actually, your whole existence is kind of weird anyway, I thought I'd never see you again after all that happened. It's just handy to have you here when I'm an absolute train wreck. Is it obvious I am? ... Well, fuck, sir. You're honest but you didn't have to be that honest.
_{[ ok... approach the strange kid talking to nobody?? attempt to steal his pineapples??? both are good options.. ]}

Golly, I'm just so atrociously confused. This isn't a dream bubble or something, is it? Oh, heck.. what if I actually died again? That isn't how this works either.. maybe it is. I don't have a plumb idea of what I'm doing anywhoodles, so..
_{[ oh, another pineapple piece goes in the mouth.. ]}

[ Chasing down is kind of what Maya does, doubly so when there's no Yukino to (try to) stop her. She does, at least, refrain from mowing him down, grinning brightly instead. ]

I'll start small-- my name's Maya Amano, editorial staff for Coolest magazine, and the first rule about any situation is to learn as much as you can, so here I am! What's your name?

Oh, we didn't vote on a country name, just a town name. [ sorry. ] Uh, did ou come from the well? Apparently that damn interdimensional portal is acting up again.

[ his best guess. he's so helpful. ]

Enh, probably close enough. Got a pot?

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