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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no!

[allweather]

[Ah, not in charge, just a fussy child. Reim is used to this type so he's more endeared than impressed, sorry...]

Then you're volunteering? That's very noble of you.

[usedlick]

Correct.

[He also looks up, immediately calculating how far it is from them to the top of the well. It will take some doing, but he thinks he can climb it.]

I assumed I had been tampered with to remove any memory of how I was brought here, but it sounds like whoever put us here was able to do the same to everyone.

3

[robitussin]

[She's still tense from everything that's happened today, so she's that close to running away from him as he approaches with that loud introduction, but then she takes in what he's saying. Accordingly, there's a pause of surprise before she speaks.]

Uh. You do know that I don't know you or who you're asking me about, right?

[parodeity]

I'm supposedly a "something", too. [ the god of time or whatever for the new universe...

honestly, he doesn't bother thinking of it that often. ]

Anyway, here we have the harbor...there may or may not be merfolk and sirens still living in the depths, so be careful.

[regrede]

…

[ the gesture is small enough that a normal person might miss it, but sierra has cool vampire eyes. after a moment of regarding the girl on the ground, sierra slips off the roof, landing—surprisingly delicately on her feet. there’s no thud. it’s like she floated, and she didn’t spill a drop of her juice. ]

Are you a native?

[queenofminiskirts]

Right...but it makes sense! Maybe I'll ask Shiho about it later.

It's not exactly common where I come from either, but common enough that everyone knows about it.

What about you? What's your Earth like?

[1/2]

[messianic]

[Minato can't really help it. His lips part, and his eyes widen a bit, and all he really manages is a soft:]

...Oh.

[Yeah, Minato.

Oh.]

[allweather]

[Language, please!! Reim gives her a look, briefly irritated- he is not in the best place for conversation, here- but then shrugs and pulls the handkerchief from his face to look at how much it's bleeding. Hmm.]

Well-- as hard as it may be to believe, [because look at him] I was in a fight. With a... creature.

[parodeity]

We call it "Chroma" and we don't know where it is other than, like, here. But in relation to anything else? Not a damn clue. [ but yeah, apparently "any questions". ]

[2/2]

[messianic]

[Haaaah... he supposes it was only a matter of time before someone with abilities like that showed up here, considering what exists in this place...

Still, it's kind of inconvenient, isn't it...?]

... I'm not a ghost. But... you're right about the rest. I died back home, where I came from.

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

...Thanks.

[A tiny-blue-haired girl has just magically made letter-shaped towels. It's too dumb and useful for her to be an enemy, and his pants are driving him crazy, so he accepts the T from her and kneels to start dabbing at one of his legs. He didn't see a Stand, but the way his life's been going until recently that's the only explanation that makes sense, so he glances back up while he's drying himself and decides to ask.]

Can you make anything, or are there limits?

[osuni]

[LEVY MCGARDEN LOOKS SO SOFT... THIS GIRL LOOKS SOFT

but so does a lot of the people Okuni's met in Chroma, so Okuni only looks maybe 75% doubtful right now. The rest of that is her looking curious at her introduction.]

Fairy guild? [fairy tail guild.... okuni] Does that make you a fairy? You look different from the really annoying ones that live here.

[parodeity]

We have absolutely no idea. [ THEY'RE DOING GREAT, REALLY, ] But yeah, it's just a town. There's a magical forest, though, which is kind of a pain in the ass. I guess that might be important?

[swordfucker]

Sorry.

[Yep. There's a sigh that comes with it, like he's frustrated, but it's pointed at himself and this place and no one else.]

Don't have that answer yet. The forest is dangerous, the water isn't much better, and so we're stuck in this shit hole, bringing back color and trying to figure out a way back. It must be connected with that well, somehow, but...

That's all I've got.

[swordfucker]

No, I've never seen anyone like that. The only people who show up here show up in that well. Everything else is either a monster, an animal, or a hallucination.

[So, that's great!] If you're looking for someone from home and you didn't see them in the well, then either they're around the town or they're not here.

[parodeity]

I mean, they didn't die but the town made it clear that was a thing it didn't like. Mostly people get to see bullshit visions when they do things the town doesn't like.

[ he veers towards a purple house with a bunch of green ivy on it. ]

[promissum]

Hm... It sounds like you've put in a lot of thought about the nature of beauty and terror. Any particular reason for that? An... 'artist'? [He says it like he's never said the word before in his life.]

Prinny skins are cheap to manufacture. [Even the demon world has to deal with capitalism.]

3

[queenofminiskirts]

[She smiles brightly at him.]

I can take you there, if you want. But you know, if you're looking for Guren-san he might not be home.

[allweather]

Healing arts...?

[He's never heard of an arte, so arts it is. Like some kind of-- discipline?? The arts and crafts of healing?

In any case, it sounds too foreign to be directed at his face, so,] No, thank you. I'll be alright with another bandage.

[messianic]

[A peaceful nod, and:]

I'll help you guys find blankets for the furniture and everything--but it should all be sound and sturdy, at least.

[Anywayyyy.]

Whatever food we have here is whatever we can grow or find for ourselves. So our food choices are a bit limited, even despite the color thing.

[scooptimistic]

I wasn't ready to get flashed today, so that's good to know.

[ Is she joking? Is she serious? Either way, she's lowering her arm and smiling cheerfully. ]

You're not a face I've seen around here before-- newbie?

[promissum]

Humans are off making skyscrapers and dumping their trash in the Netherworld... Clearly the demons assigned to scaring humans aren't doing their jobs properly at all. Instead of their duties, they're off trying to grab power. [Apparently he has a lot of feelings about this.]

Never mind. I'm sure we'll be firing them and replacing them with demons who are capable of basic tasks.

[culpa]

Yeah, good point. I haven't tried that yet.

( but also that means he needs to figure out how to start trouble here. breaking stuff is the obvious answer but also yuu doesn't. . feel like needless destruction right now. )

What's the highest place here?

[robitussin]

[She'd realized that she didn't remember how she got here, of course, but it's not until he mentions it that she realizes that it might mean her memories were lost in some way. For whatever reason, that changes her demeanor instantly; where before she looked frustrated enough to be forceful, now she seems more uncertain.]

...Tampered with?

[allweather]

[At long last, a helpful young lady who is definitely a laptop expert, meaning she knows more than Reim does, which is absolutely nothing. He is paying very close attention, but he's refrained from taking notes, at least.]

Really? That's remarkable. [a passive-aggressive manager's dream as well, Sick] And it... sends... letters?