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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[queenofminiskirts]

That's me! [She coming up close and just taking Levy's hand in hers.] And you're Levy! I should have guessed that you'd be as lovely as your name~.

[She just winked, yeah...please excuse her.]

It's nice to meet you!

[scriptive]

I've gotten some - this is Chroma, no one knows how we got here, and there are quests to do...

[ so, the barebones basics are covered with levy, at least. ]

[promissum]

Yes. I'm a demon.

[He kind of thought the pointed ears gave it away? Don't all demons have pointed ears everywhere?]

Hmm... well. Different Netherworlds are connected to different human worlds. That's not too much of a stretch.

[promissum]

Chroma... after Chromatic, I take it?

[He looks around. There's some color, but a lot of this place is strangely in grayscale. He's pretty sure it's not his eyesight.]

Tell me about your Earth, lass.

[organfarm]

[ His name isn't 'Medic,' he wants to point out, but he's a little preoccupied trying to see if he can get a decent fingerhold on the surface of the well. He's pressed up against the side, sliding his hands over the cold surface and glances back curiously at Valvatorez. ]

You're gonna fly us out of here? [ Jion gives a weak laugh. Good joke. He wishes they could just fly out. ] Good thing I'm not scared of flying then, huh.

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[withwisdom]

[ the sight of a monstrous looking bat is already enough to send a small terror into zelda's heart. it isn't even night time though, why would one be out? it... at least doesn't look like the one-eyed keese she's used to seeing, so maybe she's overreacting...

rather than approach directly, zelda pulls out her sheikah slate when she feels she's a good distance (and hopefully unseen but unlikely) and snaps a photograph of the beast. however the slate does make a pronounced click when that happens, something zelda only remembers after the fact.

m...maybe it didn't notice and she's safe?? ]

[scriptive]

[ kaoru this is so much... ]

S-so...what sort of combat abilities do you have? I can use "Solid Script"...

technical difficulties

[osuni]

[Okuni was just about to wander on by, but distress of any kind inevitably attracts her attention, so here she comes wandering right on over to Lottie's table.]

Is it really that old?

[Okuni is from a very old-ass time, so the laptop seems a new and shiny thing to her. Still, she understands Lottie's struggle quite well, since Okuni probably tried taking the laptop into the forest to shitpost there once or twice to no avail.]

It won't work if you take it too far from your house, but I thought that was a normal thing for it to do.

[usedlick]

[A demon, huh? This guy really is dedicated. Or maybe he has some sort of mental disorder?]

I see. How do you intend to get out of the well?

[He's a little curious to see if he can actually do it.]

[promissum]

[Oh, Valvatorez is aware. He just has no reason to use his name yet. Names have to be earned, you see.]

Indeed I am!

[One moment Val is a human shaped person, and the next he's an entire colony of bats, grabbing at Jion's clothes and lifting him up to the top of the well.

Once that's been accomplished, the bats resolve themselves into the humanoid form again.]

[scriptive]

Ah...is there something I should call you? Here, if you can write it -

[ she noticed kisa isn't talking, at least, and holds out her light pen. it...writes with glowy magical light in the air, so ]

[robitussin]

[It's tempting to tell him that isn't funny, but - with how completely different this place seems from what she's used to...]

..Okay, so assuming I'm not going crazy and this is actually happening, how do we go back?

[tropism]

[ giorno observes him with the a kind of tenacity as if he's evaluating a fashion icon, except that, you know, this is a colony of bats. ]

Why would anyone, indeed. [ he says this absently. surviving despite one of his pieces was injured. bats are ... highly mobile. and as far as giorno remembers, they carry a whole bunch pathogens because they're reservoirs and their capacity for powered flight.

this isn't something you tell a random stranger, though. this is all just giorno thinking to himself about the ways he can fight with how he can transform things with his stand. for now he's definitely cool getting ideas like this. ]

Thank you for indulging me. That was very cool.

[usedlick]

[It's an interesting device, and it catches his attention. He wonders if it's actually a tablet, and if it's connected to the internet somehow...

But he did ask a question, and had that question answered, somewhat. No buses? No trains? He doubts there'd be an airport here, either, unless there's only a very small one.]

I see. [So no dice getting back to Detroit that way. He could walk, maybe, but...]

Do you know how far we are from Detroit? Or at least the next town?

[rerevale]

[ It's definitely his bad; an apologetic half-laugh, and he's slipping that wet shirt back on, still wrinkled and rumpled thanks to the Great Wellventure.

His hands go up in mock-surrender, but his smile stays. ]

Yup! I'm a newbie through and through... so let's figure things out together! [ As if it's that easy, as if things are ever that easy. ] You can be Sherlock Holmes, and I'll be your Watson.

[organfarm]

[ Man, now he feels real bad. Jion looks a little guilty, rubbing at the scar on his face. ]

Well ... I guess you're just people-watching, then? Since there's a lot of people here.

[ A pause before he offers her the nicest smile he can manage. ]

I'm Jion, by the way. You got a name?

[heirworthy]

The same water that people have arrived in? That's not quite sanitary, is it?

[ he's one to talk about sanitation when he's from a fantasy realm. ]

[oomfies]

[ Lottie calms down considerably, choosing to take a moment to wipe the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. Then, to cover her nose - it's not fashion forward to have a tissue stuck up your nose.

It's even less fashion forward for the person who you just yelled at (yikes) to ask how you are, because you're kind of a mess (yikes!!). ]

Am I okay? [ She truthfully wasn't crying - her nose tends to drip snot and she's actively trying to save face - but now she is. It's a combination of the terror getting out of the well was, being abducted, and sheer frustration at how genuine this guy sounds. It would be way easier unleashing all this if it wasn't on someone who, kind of, cared. ] What.. Why are you even asking me that? Does it look like any of this is okay?

[promissum]

[He nods along with Levy, and adds what he knows.]

Things with color have taste. Things without taste like ash.

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[withwisdom]

[ anyone that tall is bound to draw attention to themselves. what strikes zelda first and foremost however is that the person in question is absolutely a zora in appearance! someone from hyrule? ...she should be careful. when she left home, no one but link had known of what transpired with calamity ganon, and of her return after a century. she was on her way to zora's domain to meet with the king though... funny how things work sometimes. ]

Excuse me. [ she approaches from behind, hands folded in front of her. ] Are you by chance from Zora's Domain, on the east side of Hyrule?

[purrsuasively]

[Mogget keeps his eye open for another few seconds, studying the boy before him, before... closing it once again. A human with some sense! Finally. He'll even allow his paw to sink back down to the ground, although the jury's still out on the petting.]

That isn't something I often hear, but... well, there's no accounting for taste, I suppose.

[Whose taste? He isn't about to explain! Nor is he about to offer his name, because Akira didn't ask. Instead—]

Do you fish, Akira Kurusu?

[promissum]

Watch carefully.

[So he really just... disappears into a colony of bats and the entire group of them flies up to the well entrance. Once he's out, he's back to his person shape.]

Like that!

[He is yelling, but only because he'd like Connor to be able to hear him.]

[usedlick]

I intend to figure that out, once I've helped everyone else get out. [There's a pause, while he thinks about it some more.] And I'll need full witness statements from everyone. Someone here might know something about exactly who has done this, and why.

[He looks her over, though he doesn't seem suspicious.]

I'm guessing you don't remember anything?

[organfarm]

[ He's ... kind of having a hard time absorbing this information. And it shows in the way Jion frowns, like he just can't wrap his brain around what he's being told. People don't just show up anywhere. Much less in wells. ]

Alright. Then, um.

[ Another pause before he ventures a little more meekly, ]

How do we leave?

[ He sounds nervous because he can sort of sense what the answer's going to be. And he's not sure he likes it. ]

[tropism]

- You what.

[ oh my god he's not even dressed properly. he can't glare at him well so giorno grabs the nearest elastic he can find - after rummaging through his drawers - so he can tie back his hair. ]

I suppose it's that time again. [ giorno's face makes it clear that he doesn't like the idea of sharing his space, but .... ] That's too bad. I was enjoying being alone here.