Event Ten.

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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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[oomfies]

[ She expected something close to a very weird, and private, elevator. This is the exact opposite of what she got. Lottie feels like she's on the worst roller coaster ride of her life - the unsolicited kind.

Her scream fills the air, and it is Obvious she is terrified, if it wasn't easy to tell through her face (something Phos will become acquainted with far sooner than expected if things go the way they are) alone, her tone will give it away.

congratulations phos u have scarred lottie 4 lyfe ]

[ninjanature]

Call it an exercise in bonding. It isn’t about how strong or fast he is, or about his skills. It’s about cooperation. All he has to do is ask you nicely for it.

[A partial smirk finds its way to his face, surprisingly. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy when there’s no resting bitch face.]

My team and I spent a long time giving our teacher a hard time. The other teachers claimed he had never passed a team he taught, not one. But, in the end, he passed us. Three of the dumbest he probably ever had.

I guess I’m returning the favor.

[good_ideas]

You get used to it. [And Shiho at least had Kaoru here with her. Spending months away from her family was normal. Spending months away from her best friend would have been impossible.]

And there have been enough that we know to come and look for you guys. I don’t keep track of the numbers either but Midoriya-san would.

[swordfucker]

Sheesh, you sound like an old man.

[He's met some people Like That, but goodness. He slips the shuriken away somewhere.]

He's an idiot, so that might be the first thing he does. I guess we'll find out. [Waving his hand in the air, he turns to walk off with the other hand shoved in his pocket.]

See ya.

[doublesharp]

[There's a moment, just a brief moment, that Riku's suddenly flooded with the worry that maybe Momo really is magically old. What with the things people have said about arriving here and suddenly having years between them and their friends, it's always a possibility... but Momo's smile is just as genial and youthful as ever, and every one of Riku's nonsensical worries vanishes just as quickly as they'd appeared as he sprints over.]

In the flesh! I can't believe you're really, actually here!

[He should probably, you know, maybe offer Momo one of those towels instead of immediately throwing his arms around him like a child would their parent. His body may be cold, thanks to the chill of wet clothes (they'll get to fixing that soon, hopefully), but Riku can't help feeling just a bit warm even after he pulls back. There's plenty of time to feel a touch guilty about this jovial reunion later.]

Oh, right! Here, I brought towels. You must be freezing! [It's about time he handed one of those over.]

[oomfies]

[ Lottie opts to stay quiet, her look of distress that Zelda notices still ever so present. She doesn't know what she'd even do if she had more information - it's not like she knows how to do anything particularly special, or useful.. especially for something like this. ]

Yeah, I found it in my case a while ago.. It started with an "f" I think?

[ At least for the district.. She moves to get the paper out of the waistband of her skirt, abandoning her case for a moment to unfold the note in its entirety. ]

But if you could that'd be great. I got tons of things to figure out if I'm gonna be here for a while like you..

[umbraportation]

[ Look, Nico can't exactly judge Sasuke's wardrobe choices considering he has even less color... no muted purple for this kid. He'd try to go the rest of his life without wearing a bunch of color if possible.

When he shrugs, it's clear there's a tension in his shoulders that states it isn't as easy as he might make it sound. A tightness in his jaw as he thinks of the past fights they've been in and the people they've lost. Nico has seen three wars in his fifteen years - perhaps not all exactly on a grand world-wide scale and come out the other side alive. ]

We get by. [ Brief thoughtful silence as he debates how much he wants to tell Sasuke. Obviously the man is not an ordinary human... or even an average ninja. Perhaps more like one out of a comic book or fairytale. ] He's not a shadow being -- more like a god. A few thousand years ago he became the god of the Underworld... the afterlife.

[ Not everyone would recognize the term Underworld. ] My shadow abilities are just part of a larger skill set.

[umbraportation]

Me either.

[ Mostly because he hasn't run across Percy or Sadie... not that Nico knows Sadie. ]

Someone's gotta make sure those prinnies know the rules while you're away, right? [ He will not lie, Nico wishes Will were here at least. ]

[oomfies]

[ Does she like cats? It certainly sounds like it.. She probably shouldn't mention how she hates that cat. And any animals in general. Being allergic to everything tends to suck the joy out of cute pets. ]

There's cats around here? [ She does find that bit odd - she can sort of see kidnapping the talking cat. Weird. But useful. Regular cats, though? ] Why would they kidnap regular cats? That doesn't make any sense.

[ She doesn't put much more thought into the topic than that. If she thinks too hard about things like that she'll probably have a breakdown or freak out again. After all, she has to look like she has her shit together for the general public. ]

Oh.. My name's Lottie! Lottie Person. [ Is her response, after watching the woman across from her get comfortable. What a legend. She makes sitting on something old and decrepit look appealing. ] I'm a fashion blogger. [ Wait. Is that too forward? Was she asking about that? Lottie starts to sweat ever so slightly, quickly amending her eager response and her position on her seat. ] Was.. Was a fashion blogger. I'm new, if it wasn't obvious already. What's your name?

[promissum]

I'll look after you until you tell me your story. [Nico promised a story, so now it's Val's responsibility to make sure nothing happens to him until they exchange stories.

It has nothing to do with the fact they're both new to this weird place.]

Right. Fenrich will deprive them until they accept their circumstances and start working hard.

[oomfies]

[ In comparison to their indifference, Lottie actually feels a bit defensive under their stare. She pushes her hair over her shoulder, lips parting as recognition lights her eyes. ]

Yeah, that's the one. [ Flavo. She made a point to not say the name only because she doesn't want to commit it to memory. ] It's a little cottage - pretty basic. Just like everyone else's. [ She's totally not going to mention the poster she put up of herself on the window of the cottage, since that's completely irrelevant. ]

Why are you moving?

[oomfies]

[ That one is EASY.. she's made a whole list on her phone for a day like this. In fact, she pulls it up for reference. ]

How can I wash my clothes?

[umbraportation]

... I can look after myself. [ Stubborn teen is stubborn and doesn't like admitting he needs help sometimes. Nor can he admit that it's nice having someone looking out for him.

He feels as if it won't end once they exchange stories but then there's always the possibility that Nico's wrong on that. ]

Hopefully he won't be too good at it or you might be out of a job when you get back.

[oomfies]

[ She loathes how she can't google that. What the hell does being a.. a luddite mean? Lottie laughs too, like she totally knows what he's getting at. ]

You'll definitely be the first to know, promise!

[ She'll sooner perish than let her phone die, if she understands what he's getting at correctly. ]

Oh.. It might take me a sec to pack everything again. I know the place though - "Flavo"? [ A pause, as she turns to throw her clothes in her case. She sounds completely unsure of herself. ] "Flava"?

[promissum]

We're both new here. [It may or may not end, depending on how much Val likes him after they exchange stories.]

He's my steward, he knows I like my job. Though knowing him, he'll try to conquer the entire universe for me while I'm away. [Every word is laced with fondness.]

[batsuits]

[ ... Oh.

He was going to ask, it was the biggest question on his mind as Sebastian kept going around the subject instead of addressing it directly. What do you do, that would make you this way? That would incite you to take apart a house, rather than simply move into someplace different?

A butler. It almost makes him want to laugh. ]

... Ah. I suppose I understand, I have a... butler myself, at home. He's much the same.

[ It seems disingenuous to Alfred to ignore his chosen profession when he takes such pride in it. The idea of running into another butler here when the profession isn't quite as common as it once used to be, when it's almost archaic -- to pretend he's unfamiliar with what makes a butler, it would feel insulting. So, he had to give Sebastian that much. He's a butler. Bruce has one as well. He understands it. ]

You needn't bow though. That's a little, mm, strange. But that makes me think -- this is an odd question but what year is it where you're from?

[oomfies]

[ Oh.. definitely weird and creepy. ]

Okay, please, can you stop with.. whatever that is. [ She was only asking because his jacket is tricked out in lights. She wouldn't put it past someone to add a camera if it was handmade. This, however, is too extra.. even for her.

Lottie adds this a bit more quietly when she turns to face him. ]

We're not at a convention, okay? This isn't the time to goof off and get in character 'cause you're in costume.

[umbraportation]

New or not, I'm still capable of looking after myself. [ There have been times when Nico was on his own, learning to use his abilities or traveling alone. Waking up in a place that has some colorless spots isn't a big deal. ]

Seems like he might be more than your steward. A best friend, maybe? [ He doesn't immediately think it could be more than that. ]

[promissum]

I believe you. [And he really honestly does.] There's nothing wrong with spreading the burden. Two people can do more than one alone.

[Will they ever define their relationship? Absolutely not.] He has been with me for 400 years. He's my closest comrade.

[umbraportation]

Fine, just so long as we're sharing a burden and it's not you looking after me. [ Sharing he can do but there's a huge difference between being looked after as if he's a helpless kid again and tackling something together.

The non-definition doesn't bother him much. ] Sounds nice having someone stick around that long.

[oomfies]

[ Lottie's knowledge of any place outside of California? So null and void that she can only comprehend Armenia being only 'far' from where she lives. The mention of being stationed somewhere is odd - kinda explains the scar. She thinks even if she asked him to elaborate, all of that would go over her head, so she lets him speak. ]

Yeah, it was in the middle of the day for me last I remember. I haven't wrapped my head around like, how even getting here was possible. How'd they even get someone like you? [ Someone big, tall, and probably threatening. If anyone were going to get kidnapped, Lottie thinks sticking to people with her stature would be easier, wouldn't it?

Her boots are shoved into her case, the zipper closing it shut before giving a hesitant pat to his arm to let him know he can drop it. ]

Well, I definitely wasn't anywhere near where you were. I was on my way back to LA, so I was still in the States. Me and my friends were leaving a hotel and then.. I'm here.

[promissum]

[ Val gives a firm nod in response. ] I'll let you know if I need help with something.

Yes. He had plenty of chances to leave. But he's just as stubborn about promises as I am. The only difference is he's much more selective.

[oomfies]

[ Is that... concern? Lottie doesn't do a double take, but she certainly gives the cat as long of a stare as her worsening allergies will allow. Is this what all cats are just like? Or is her luck just that rotten? ]

Of course I don't want to stay down here! [ She may not have been actively searching for an exit when he graced her with his presence, but she definitely wants to leave. Lottie tilts her head downward, motioning for the only thing really stopping her. ] But I also don't want to leave without my stuff. [ The big suitcase she's been lugging this entire time.

She can leave the tissues behind - no harm no foul - but she absolutely needs all her name brand clothes. ]

Do you think the rope will be able to carry this on its own?

[umbraportation]

Good. [ Nico can agree to this arrangement.

He hums quietly. ] Promises can be powerful things, especially if one is broken. I'm careful with the ones I make.

[promissum]

[ He closes his eyes, slides a hand into his pocket. His one broken promise. ]

Yes. The pain of a broken promise... That can weigh on you forever. I know full well the feeling.

What I promise, I will keep.