Event Ten.

[awashmods]

Little Willie, mean as hell, Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter."

t's pretty dark and miserable down in the well. The cavernous area feels much larger than a well should be, bodies milling about in the darkness and knee deep, frigid water. So you're here -- and you're not alone, and the only way out appears to be the thin circle of sunlight from above, the opening of the well. (And elsewhere, in the Town, everyone's waking up to gifts of various usefulness, but hopefully they remember to check the well today even so!) What now? Welcome to Awash's tenth event log, and the intro log for this month, everyone! All new characters have found themselves waking in the well in the middle of the Town. Hopefully they can get a hand out! For more information, please go here! Meanwhile, the current characters have some new gifts. If there are any questions, please ask them here, and have fun! Thank you!

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[cutlery]

[ Sebastian listens seriously and thoughtfully, but almost immediately, he's struck with the sense of how little that is. Granted, this is when he's applying it to his own standards of what could have been done in half a year's time, but still. Considering how finicky and fragile humans were, they'll need far more than that to sustain themselves. He manages to hold back his sigh, and instead brings a hand to his mouth thoughtfully. ]

It is a start, certainly, and all quite important...

[ Hm. He looks briefly to the sky, then back to Minato ]

Forgive me. I do not say this to criticize, but rather for clarification... But has anyone begun to prepare for the possibility of winter?

[cutlery]

[ Sebastian had been hoping for a reaction to the name, yet this is one he hadn't really expected. Asking was just as much of a judge of Lupin's social standing as anything, since he had expected acknolwedgment, signifying him as someone at least familiar with nobility, or a lack thereof, making him a likely commoner. However, the explanation and lack of recognition hadn't been a possibility he was thinking of. The confusion that comes to his face is quite genuine. ]

...Truly? The Phantomhives are not a large estate, but I would not call them minor...

[ Far from it. Ciel in particular had made a bit of a name for himself by modernizing the idea of nobility by starting businesses, of all things. Sebastian's frown deepens by a fraction. ]

I apologize if it is a strange question, but how familiar with English nobility are you?

[cutlery]

Thank you. I quite appreciate the assistance.

[ Though considering how she freezes up... He pauses, thinking that he might leave with simply that, but no. He's actually curious about something else. ]

...Pardon me for being so forward as to ask. [ He prefaces with that, then gestures to himself rather elegantly ] But have I frightened you in some way, young lady?

[troubadamsel]

...

[Pinching the bridge of her nose. Vampire. Demon. Sure. Sure, why the fuck not at this point.]

That is... Ah. Very. Useful. I'm sure we'll all be grateful to have you here.

... I might regret asking, but what is a "prinny"?

[withwisdom]

[ she bows in return to him too, common court manners never forgotten even after many years away from them. ]

You have no need to apologize Archer. An honest mistake is forgiven. [ but... ] This situation is disorienting. It makes sense if you feel distracted. You may be suffering some fatigue without realizing it.

[withwisdom]

We aren't sure. [ which, is not what sadie will want to hear, she's sure of that. she doesn't even like saying it. ] We believe it means they have returned to their realm, but the truth is we don't know that with certainty. It's another unfortunate mystery of this place.

[withwisdom]

It heals the land. Or so I believe it does. [ she likes to think it that way, because otherwise the pain of doing some of these quests is pointless. ] Whatever has taken the color of this world, it must be a deep and engraved cursed onto the land itself.

[withwisdom]

Well aren't you a clever one.

[ said as a simple observation, only a very light tick in her tone. clearly he's a magic being of some kind. of what she can't fathom, but creatures with spoken word that normally would have none tend to be very wise. in her experience at least. ]

Come by tomorrow. It's better to fish when the sun is high, when the fish are attracted to the reflected warmth.

[ sometimes she questions the good natured ways of her heart. ]

[troubadamsel]

I wouldn't say everyone. There are plenty here who have thankfully never seen bloodshed. Your talents just lay elsewhere.

[withwisdom]

There is a defense force. It isn't quite proper law enforcement, as we must govern ourselves and hold others accountable, but it's the best we have in our circumstances.

[ there are no kings or monarchies to set the law, and she personally doesn't like the idea of a mayor when there are too many factors up in the air regarding that. the defense force does a good job for what it can do. ]

If you need a mission, I would set your sights on helping to restore the color to this world. It's only speculation, but we believe we may find our way back to our homes as soon as the world has been rid of its affliction. That seems to be our purpose for being here at a glance.

[extrapolating]

Amazing...

[ Elizabeth mutters that first in mild wonder, since even in the many worlds she's peeked into, she hasn't seen anything like an android. Much less one as human-like as Connor, which is why at this own divisiveness, she's quick to shake her head. She's not really sure what to say to that, since it's really hard to imagine him as a machine. She's fairly certain that even if she'd met an android before, she'd still be likely to apologize to it as long as it acted like a person.

...She'll have to think over the implications of that later, she thinks to herself.

For now, she'll at least give a little explanation in turn, since at least for herself, it's far easier to do that than to try and address concepts of humanity on the fly. ]

People here come from all kinds of times and worlds, so... I'm probably not the only person you'll meet that hasn't met an android before. [ She laughs a little, a bit sheepish, then gestures to herself ] I came from a city called Columbia in 1912. Unless you have a city floating over the United States, Columbia probably doesn't even exist in your world, for example.

[messianic]

[Now that... is so incredibly Aigis that Minato could almost laugh, if the situation wasn't so brutal. If her tears weren't still coming, and if she didn't sound so heartbroken.

Aigis... will always be Aigis, right? In a way, that's reassuring.

(In a way, he thinks that he did her a disservice by existing, by her tying her goals to him, by taking away from her a goal that she had finally decided on for herself.

He didn't mean to, of course, but the thought lingers heavily on his mind even so.)

Quietly, he huffs out a soft breath, and when he responds, it's calmly.]

Yes... I'm fine.

[As fine as one can be in a moment like this.]

I'm healthy... and I've been safe.

[Ish. As safe as one can be in this place. Either way, whatever he can think of to reassure her that what was happening back home to him... it's not a problem here.

(It's already happened.)]

So you don't have to worry about that.

[allweather]

[Didn't he, though?!]

Well... I was hoping to keep my spirits a little higher, but you have a point. I've only learned that the person supposedly in charge can contact us, but can't be contacted in turn.

[Mildly terrifying, but then again, shadowy organizations are starting to feel par for the course after what he's been through at home.]

[allweather]

That's not how it works at all!! That just makes you an ornery old woman!

[no one is mature here]

that's it that's the thread

[allweather]

[Giving someone else his notebook... sounds like a terrible idea, so instead he turns it around to show them. Behold, a hand drawn copy of a hand drawn map, very small and probably not to scale. He peers at it upside down for a second before tapping a spot in Ruga.]

I'd estimate that this is where we are right now.

[allweather]

Ah-- Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to complain! Just making an observation. Thank you for saying so, anyway.

[organfarm]

A spirit?

[ Too late. Despite Tonbokiri's best intentions, Jion is curious (and frankly, has poor impulse control) and reaches out, starry-eyed, to touch the spear the moment it's held out his way. Of course, he cuts his fingers on the sharp edge. Jion withdraws his hand quickly, though he looks more impressed than troubled at the blood beading from the cut. ]

Woah, you weren't kidding. [ That's fine, though. He just holds his hand out to the side so the blood can drip on the ground, looking cheerily back to Tonbokiri. ] So you're ... like a ghost? Or -- I guess it's different if you're actually the spear, huh. Does it feel weird if you stab anyone with the, uh, actual spear, then? Since it's also you.

[ That was ... kind of a joke, and he laughs awkwardly. At his side, his hand's already stopped bleeding. ]

[bisection]

[ Sure it is, but if he's right about this, wouldn't someone in Sandalphon's position know? That's what he's been taught his whole life. ]

We don't know yet, as far as I've been told. Or, the people here haven't found a way.

[promissum]

Of course you will. [Boundless confidence. There's no doubt in his voice.]

A prinny is a sinful human soul stitched into a penguin-like skin. It's my job to make sure they know proper prinny etiquette and they work hard to repay their sins!

[smaaaaaash]

Kidnapping people and holding them against their will is the act of a criminal... No, more likely a powerful villain. It's better to be realistic about the situation, so we can be better prepared, not just blindly going along with anything they ask us to do.

[Oops, he's being a downer, isn't he. He sighs.] Well, that's what I think, but I'm sure we'll figure things out.

[goldenwords]

It's a yes or no question.

[goldenwords]

Yeah?

[ha, ha, he called himself a moron]

So what's the other moron like?

[culpa]

( what kind of weirdo just grabs onto someone's hand like this?? whatever, yuu looks a little embarrassed for a moment, but he gets over it quickly enough. follows dextera's pull. )

Oh, oops.

[culpa]

( wow it's not like he just goes around using everyone else's stuff to dry off like a scrub, he didn't do it with ill intentions. just. dry ones. )

I lived on an army base, it wasn't that important to know this stuff.

[culpa]

( he doesn't know this dude's life, or how stuff works here. there were things hanging around all over back home--things that belonged to people long gone, things that belonged to others who abandoned them. . or died. you know. )

I just got here a little while ago, yeah. Why?