Event Five.

[awashmods]

So here I’ve stood for forty years In dark and dust and creaky sounds, Waiting for her to say, “Turn around.” This might not be just what she meant, But me – I’m so obedient.

t first, it seems a little too simple for a true test of morals. Don't eat, don't take, don't look? The most basic of requirements. And with guides, it isn't too difficult at all to avoid those obvious pitfalls. At least, until the Town's suddenly far, far too empty, almost eerily so -- until there's nobody there but your fellow reds, or blues or yellows, in a town that is far too big for just a portion of the people there. And that's when the true test starts. Good luck. Welcome to Awash's fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. This log can be used for either phase of the event; please just mark clearly when it is happening and which colors can respond to the prompt. Please remember as well to let us know if your character passes or fails these tests! You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[nyahilistic]

[He frowns in thought at that, pursing his lips and looking from the well to Dave and back a few times, eventually shrugging his shoulders in an easy gesture.]

I wish I had some kind of intelligent conjecture to offer, honestly, but in the end it doesn't make a damn bit of sense.

[parodeity]

Haha...honestly, you get used to shit not makin' sense. Although that may not be an encouraging statement?

[nyahilistic]

Not specifically encouraging, but not discouraging, either. Shit and making sense don't always get along, I'm already used to that.

[He frowns down the well.] You got an extra bucket? I could, uh. Help.

[parodeity]

[ he scrolls through his sylladex and LO AND BEHOLD HE DOES so have a bucket appearing out of nowhere, matsu ]

[nyahilistic]

[How in the fuck did you just make a bucket appear are you fucking magic. Why do you have buckets just hanging out in your sylladex young man He starts, but claims the bucket without protest or fanfare.]

[...of course, then he realizes that he's gonna need a means to haul the bucket back up if he throws it down into the well to scoop water up with it, and almost immediately feels a little silly for his lack of foresight.]

...don't suppose you've also got some rope to magically materialize outta nothing, too.

[parodeity]

[ SPECIFICALLY TO GET WATER, TBH ]

Uh...no, actually. I usually just fly down and then fly back out.

[ homestuck magic ]

[nyahilistic]

[Don't tag at ass in the morning and expect to not break your html, kids. He boggles.]

...is flying just a common ability of teenagers around here or something.

[parodeity]

[ honestly i've broken so much html i wasn't even judging ]

...Actually, kind of? A lot of people here can fly or do other random bullshit.

[ he had to pause to think about it but like

yeah ]

[nyahilistic]

[The casual response really just makes this whole thing. He frowns, scratching the back of his neck.]

...well, I can't fly, so I think I'm a little more useless here than I thought I might be.

[parodeity]

Eh, I doubt that. Flying isn't the only useful skill in the world, you know? Everyone can do somethin' worth doing.