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Event Ten.

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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A. WELL THIS SUCKS

[ Well, this is miserable.

After spending the appropriate amount of time required for people to panic about finding themselves stuck in the bottom of a well for no discernible reason, Momo breathes. Inhale, exhale. Unfurl fingers, unlock his joints.

Okay, he tells himself. It could probably be worse.

For one, he could be alone— which he isn't, judging by the teeming mass of bodies in here— and for another, the water level could be rising, which it isn't. Small reliefs are enough to bolster him through this objectively shitty situation; he's wading through knee-high water to the nearest warm body, relaxing his expression to warm-neutral. ]

Another day, another prank show... Where do you think they're hiding the cameras?

[ Cupping his hands around his mouth, speaking conspiratorially. As if they're on network television. ]

How should we play this? Wanna play it straight?

B. HELLO, GOODBYE

[ There's nothing worse than walking around in wet sneakers, so. Here's Momo, barefoot with his sneakers in both hands, pants rolled up to his calves, the wet hem of his shirt balled up and tied at his waist. He's looking for a place to dry off and gather his bearings, but it isn't easy— he eventually just plops down somewhere, sprawled out sideways across what maybe passes for a "sunny" ledge.

When he hears nearing footsteps, he sits up and... puts his hands over his clothed chest???? lord ]

Don't look at me— I'm not decent...!!

[ An exaggeratedly bashful sideways glance, and Momo is bouncing right back to normal. ]

—But if you don't mind that I look like a mess, mind giving me a little rundown of this place? I'll make it up to you! ☆

C. WILDCARD

[ got something else in mind? want me to set something up for you in particular? drop me a note at

deuil ; i'll be more than happy to write something up! ]

[ There's no response. Which is partially because Kisa can't talk, but largely because this is a very big and muscular man who looks like he could cordially snap her in half.

Which obviously isn't the case, but while she's suspicious that it could be, she's trying to press herself even flatter behind the tree. ]

Yes, of course! [ like they could be fake i guess but they're not! they're truly real bandages. feel blessed, reim. ] Solid Script creates real things, you know?

[ ... Oh. They're free?

She has a lot of questions about how she just wrote towels into existence, but lucky for Levy, Kisa isn't voicing any of them. Instead, she's tentatively inching closer and reaching for a towel-- pausing only to quickly bob her head gratefully. ]

A: Well this is unpleasant

[> Network connection lost. Unable to contact CyberLife.
> Run diagnostic analysis.

Connor's eyes flutter for a moment as he runs a full diagnostic check. Despite his inability to find any network connection of any form, he seems to functioning correctly.

> Proceed to nearest CyberLife dealership for maintenance.

Connor's eyes finally open, and he takes in his surroundings. It's dark, so his visual sensors switch to night vision. It takes him only a moment to realize he's inside a well.

Odd.

And there are people in the well alongside him. Humans. In an instant, his priorities change, and a new command lights up.

Assist civilians.

And so he sloshes through the water, completely unperturbed by it, to the nearest person. The LED indicators on his temple and clothing glow bright in the gloom of the well, identifying him as an android, model RK800.]

My name is Connor. Do you require assistance?

[He hasn't yet determined how he's going to help someone get out of the well, but he'll figure that out in due time.]

B: What did we do before GPS

[He's been unable to contact Hank, the DPD, or CyberLife, and he can't even connect to a satellite for his GPS to work.

So Connor is at a bit of a loss. And not only that, but it seems like he's definitely malfunctioning - he's seeing some things in color, but some things in monochrome. It's disconcerting, to say the least.

He'd hoped to ask an android for directions, but it seems there aren't any around. This town seems to be far from Detroit, and perhaps too rural to have public works androids.

(He's heard some people talk like this might be some other world entirely, but of course he doesn't believe that. It's simply not possible.)

So he's going to have to ask someone else. That's what leads him to stopping the nearest person, intent on asking some questions.]

Excuse me. I seem to be malfunctioning. Do you know how I can get to Detroit? A bus station or a train, maybe?

[And hopefully they don't flip out because they think he's about to go Terminator on him.]

C: Wildcard

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[Ah, human screaming! It's been centuries since he's heard that sound. A very faint smile rises to his lips before he settles himself in for business.]

Calm down!

[Like screaming "calm down" has ever made anybody calm down even a little bit.]

It'll be easy enough to get you out. I won't have a problem lifting you to the top of the well.

Anyway, I doubt anybody would put fish in their drinking water. I hear it makes it unsafe to drink.

Naaah, definitely haven't. Not everyone here is from the same world, either, if you didn't catch on to that one already.

[ some people take longer than others to believe that part! ]

The best place to fish, though - I guess the harbor? I can take you there - but only fish with color are gonna taste like anything. Everythin' else will taste like ash. That goes for all foods, for the record.

[Val is strong enough that this person bumping into him doesn't displace him in the slightest. Even though he looks like a stick of a person.

He looks around for who this guy might be talking to, but draws a blank.]

Who are you talking to?

No, I'm afraid I don't... Maybe I've lost more blood than I thought.

[No offense. He'll pull one down anyway, like, an A? Now it says B NDAGE.]

[ He passed by this guy earlier while curiously poking around. And now here he is again. It's just a coincidence, so he doesn't think about it too deeply, but Jion does wonder ... what's up with that notebook? This guy had been writing in it pretty intensely earlier, and here he has it again.

Is he some sort of reporter? A researcher? A writer? He came over here because he was curious about the forest himself, but now he's absolutely distracted by this strange, scribble-happy stranger, and he finds himself staring.

Reim doesn't really get any warning before Jion suddenly blurts out from a few feet to his left, his voice a little louder than he intended, ] -- hey, what's with the notebook?

i. well, actually--

[The first thing that strikes her isn't the water or the darkness or the spot of light overhead itself; it's that everything is vivid, from the feeling of the water against her legs to the inky blackness and the piercing brightness above. It's so vivid, and it's so different from the last thing she remembers.

There's a great deal of information to take in at once, and she blinks several times as she feels her heart start to pound. Glancing at the people who are gathered around her while she tries to contend with her racing thoughts, she turns to one of her peers. There's urgency in her voice as she speaks, but she tries not to let it betray any fear.]

Hey. Hey, what the fuck is this?

[It hasn't occurred to her just yet that they might be just as confused as she is, given the frustration in her voice.]

ii. in the town

[Once she makes it out of the well, she still looks shaken - and wet, of course. The boots and leggings she's wearing are soaked, and even if her shirt managed to avoid the same fate, she looks incredibly unhappy about this development. As she walks through the area, glancing around at everything that lacks color around her, she crosses her arms.]

First I have to reenact The Ring, now I'm in some bizarre monochrome nightmare...

[It's loud enough to be audible, even if it wasn't directed at anyone in particular. Her next words, though, are aimed at anybody who happens to be nearby. As much as she's trying to appear calm, there's definitely a rushed quality to her voice.]

Hey. You wouldn't happen to know where I could get a change of clothes, would you? [...] Also, if you happen to know what the hell is going on, that'd be great, too.

iii. the house (closed to momose sunohara)

[After she's received some kind of explanation... It's good to know what's happening, but it's definitely more frustrating in some ways as well. That's why, when she finds where she's meant to be staying and thinks she has a moment to herself to react, she slams the door behind her, dragging her hands down her face with a groan.

...And then, she promptly realizes she's not alone at all, and moves her hands behind her back as if to hide that she was doing this in the first place.]

Um. Hey there. I didn't really realize anyone else would be here yet...

iv. wildcard

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becoming!]

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[ Oh, whoops. He didn't mean to scare her that much. ]

Woah, hey, it's okay! Sorry, I didn't think it'd scare you that bad!

[ Jion quickly lowers himself to a crouch and sits back on his haunches, hands raised to show they're empty. ]

I just saw you hiding here, so I wanted to say hi. Are you playing some sort of game?

[Valvatorez is really just looking for a net for his sardine thirst. But it's hard not to notice this girl. For one, that's a terrible place to hide. For another, this place has too little color for this particular hiding spot to work.

So this stick-thin vampire looking guy calls out to her.]

Lass. Yes, you, the one behind the tree?

Are you trying to hide?

THE WELL
cue singing like snow white while sitting on the edge

[ it's a little disconcerting, how the darkness and the cold remind him of his time in canaan two millennia ago. but it's not like sandy to freeze up, especially when he's knee-deep in disgusting water while wearing a tight-fitting armor and surrounded by complete strangers. he strains his eyes in search of a familiar face and when he finds none, he decides on getting out alone as a pair of wings spread from his back.

if you're standing close to him, he might be shoving you a little over by said wings; you can't exactly spread them in an enclosed space without hitting anyone. but if you're nice enough and don't whine about it, then he might bring you along with him back to the light. can't guarantee if there will be grumbling on his end, though.

otherwise, he'll fly out of the well without a hitch, easily landing on his feet on the surface with a look of dismay on his face. want to check out his wings? he'll air it out after the feathers have soaked in that freezing water. ]

THE FOREST
lumacie has nothing on this shit

[ while a lot of the new residents are busy exploring the town, sandy's more interested in the looming forest that borders the north. he walks at the edge but doesn't really step in, feeling somewhat uneasy even from his standpoint. perhaps it's the muted color, perhaps it's the sense of foreboding brought about by being new.

he can't put his finger on it.

but he's certain that something is inside it. he can sense it the same way he can sense creatures and primal beasts in his realm. but it's a little different, a little stranger. a little creepy, especially with the sense of being watched while watching it. ]

Hey, you. [ yes, you. he's rude, isn't he? ] ... What have you known so far about this forest?

THE HOUSING
wanted: tech 101 instructor

[ ... what is this godforsaken tech.

sandalphon hits it a few times before he finally realizes that it works with a gentle, careful touch. yeah, like most mortals who can't somehow survive a beating of sorts. a new message should pop up soon! his housemate is also free to bother him when he's being a bothersome person too. ]

Clean water and a percolator. Where do I find one?

WILDCARD
i'm outta prompts

[ ooc. feel free to write a different prompt if none of the above works for you. you can also ping me @ lucifel#1050 or send me a PM. ]

[ Why is there another person -- multiple persons -- in here. Did someone else also get pranked? Jion quickly rights himself, still trying to paw his damp hair out of his face. ]

Shit, sorry about that. I mean -- you know, I just figured the guys dumped us in here as a prank or something, so they'd still be up there ...

[ And then, as he squints at this stranger, he's very quickly realizing that the other people in here aren't his squadmates. ]

-- wait, who are you?

[ He's not normally this rude, promise. ]

[ quick or not, dave doesn't particularly mind. he pauses, today decked out in his skinny jeans and record t-shirt, looking obviously teenaged.

he also seems to be calm and know where he is and what he's doing, though. ]

Yeah, sure. What's up?

the well

[ Miserable is right. Lottie's heels makes the water a bit more bearable, but it still feels awful with the water seeping through her shoes. In fact, it feels terrible in general - the skirt she's paired with her off the shoulder top (functional in theory, a trainwreck in practice) only serves to give her skin goosebumps. She carries her suitcase in her arms, clearly struggling to keep it out of the water as much as she can.

On top of the suitcase, literally one misstep from being thrown into the water, is a tissue box. Lottie is fighting between throwing a tantrum, freaking out, or trying to salvage what's left of her sanity. Since.. well, she shouldn't be down here with these people.. Wait, she shouldn't be down here? At all?? ]

Uh.. Can't anyone use their phone to light this place up? [ Because it's dark, and quite honestly freaking her out even more. But she's trying hard to not sound like it! ] So we can see??

the town

[ Lottie is sniffling pathetically, using the only dry tissue she could salvage out of that wreck of a well to plug up her nose. She doesn't think her brain can handle it if any of her clothes are soaked in dirty, dirty, murky well water. Her suitcase trots behind her obnoxiously, only serving to make her anxiety even worse. Or maybe it's the squelch of her heels every time she takes a step? It's loud enough to make her throw glances over her shoulder at any person even near her, definitely making prolonged, awkward, eye contact. ]

S-Stop looking at me!!

taking stock

[ But if anyone manages to evade her trying to save face, then get ready for Lottie using one of the empty store windows to take a count of everything in her suitcase. All on display are various shoes, articles of clothing folded hastily on the open end of her case, makeup placed preciously on the only clean surface she could make. She looks on in concentration at only a fraction of what's in her case before lifting her head up.

Even through the glass of the window, it cannot hide the sweat that drips down her face when she realizes someone's there. Lottie yanks out the tissue from her nose, effectively ducking down behind the display to hide herself. ]

technical difficulties

Oh my god, why won't it turn on?

[ A frequent connoisseur of the internet, an expert really, and the tech to come with it, Lottie just assumed it would work long distance.. Like any reasonable person would, obviously. But here Lottie is, trying to turn on the laptop away from her district. She sits in front of what used to be a quaint little store, using a table and chair she found inside (now completely free of dust) to set up her new station. ]

I don't get it. [ Stupid technology. This is so frustrating! Her tone is unnecessarily loud one second, and an aggravated hush the next. Her hand instinctively moves towards her phone she's set on the table. ] Is it because it's really old??

wildcard

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[Valvatorez... has no idea who this person is! That's not particularly new for him. There are plenty of people he doesn't know. It's just that usually he's at least aware of where he is when that happens.]

I am Prinny Instructor Valvatorez!

[He sweeps his cape and it seems to swish in a completely non-existent breeze. It only lasts a moment before he places a hand on his hip and looks at the stranger.] And you are?

[ On one hand: what an intimidatingly huge person.

On the other: what an endearingly awkward greeting.

Fingers splayed and eyes narrowed fondly, Momo gives Jion a two-handed wave from a few yards away, where he's kicking around a ball fashioned out of a rolled-up jacket. ]

Mmhmm! Are you headed anywhere?

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Hey, you look better than The Ring chick - and I do have a change of clothes you could borrow, but most of our extras look like, uh, peasant wear from the age of knights or whatever? Or non-peasant wear. I do have some extra jeans and shit but I'm not sure they'd fit you.

[ they're skinny jeans and he's tall. :| ]

Also, welcome to Chroma. You've been interdimensionally kidnapped because, I dunno, color wars or something. I'm Dave.

[ he is in fact in a pair of his black skinny jeans and his record tee, so he looks normalish. ]

[There's a hand reaching out to grab his sleeve.]

Hey! You should probably stay out of the forest.

[Incidentally, she's wearing a very short skirt. She got a whole box of clothes from home when the portals had been around.]

You from Michigan? [ that's where detroit is, right. dave's pretty sure...he's very obviously Texan to anyone from america who has heard a texan accent before, so there's that. ] And...talkin' like a robot. Uh...my bro knows more about robots than I do, if you need someone who knows that shit. Otherwise I can at least tell you we're all kinda stuck here, unfortunately.

[Reim is more or less transfixed by his own scribbling by the time he makes it to the forest, so there's not a chance of him noticing Jion coming up beside him before he speaks and makes Reim jump, leaving an ink blob in the middle of his latest sentence. He kind of, ah, yelps--]

I beg your pardon! [god don't DO that] --My pen...

[UGH]

[ Man, he always feels a little awkward talking to civilians. Jion tries a little too hard to hold himself casually, which just makes him look more uncertain. ]

Uh, you sorta know you look like what's going on here! With, um, all this. [ A vague wave of the hand to indicate 'all this,' meaning everything. ] This ... isn't anywhere near Vanadzor, is it?

Don't.

[The well happened, Guren helped a lot of people, met a lot more people, and now he's scanning the edges of the forest specifically for reasons like this. So of course he's here, firm and serious and giving Reim a look.]

If you've got questions about it, you can ask me. But don't think about going in there alone.

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