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

[cutcrease]

Oh yeah. Sure. I totally get that. [ Junko's gaze moves towards the keyboard in question, suddenly feeling disinterested in this whole debacle. Music. Boring. ] So what? You write jingles or something?

[ Despite how inherently boring she thinks it is, she still squats down to grab at it and play some random keys. ]

Is this your way of trying to impress me?

[parodeity]

No, because I don't actually know you and don't got a reason to try that?

[ he shrugs. ]

I do write beats and shit but it's been a while since I finished anything.

[cutcrease]

Right, right. I totally understand. [ Junko nods, fingers stalling at the tune on the keyboard. ] You're just shy!! That's it!

Don't worry, ufufu, with someone like me representing you, you'll be the biggest hit since tall, half-caff, soy latte's made at approximately 120 Degrees became available at your local Starbucks!

[parodeity]

I'm more an apple cinnamon frappucino sort of dude, but sure, I don't mind havin' a manager.

[ that was easy... ]

[cutcrease]

[ What.

Well. This wouldn't be the first time she dug herself in a hole. ]

Excellent. How would you like to divvy up the earnings? As your manager I need a big enough cut to live off of, mind you.

[parodeity]

Well, seein' as how we have absolutely no currency here you can take whatever cut you want?

[cutcrease]

I knew the total lack of currency would play in my favor someday!! That's perfect! It's so spontaneous, you'll never know what I'm going to demand from you next!