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!

Comments

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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ "Normal cat" was honestly quite the relief to see in this place. What with all the weirdly mutated monsters around. So it's no wonder he's found his way up to the drenched cat (his heart goes out to you, Mogget..........), and, of course, absolutely tried to pet him.

Until he was undermined for it, of course. Weird. He's never been able to talk to cats before. Lions, sure, but... ] Oh, um... yes...? [ Was it weird to pet things he liked? Probably. He certainly didn't seem to think so- hence why Mogget just gets a look that practically yelled "What, you don't?" Fortunately, it's quickly exchanged with his previous excitement. ]

I'm surprised you can talk! A good surprised, of course! It's good to see another feline I can actually talk to around here!

[ And, to top it all off, he shook his paw, regardless of the warning claws that were clearly directed at him. ] My apologies. My name is Caramia.

[troubadamsel]

[AHHHH MOTHERFUCK-she lets out a shriek, stumbling backwards, almost falling over.]

... Can none of you ever WARN person when you're about to transform?!

[And she hates that this is actually an ongoing issue now.]

[robitussin]

[Her lips quirk upwards into a half smile, but it's hard to tell whether it's amusement about his absurd this situation is, or if she just genuinely enjoys joking around like this.]

Oh, no, the talking cat thinks I'm silly. How will I ever go on with this blow to my pride?

[smaaaaaash]

It's not exactly going to shape up to be like my apartment back home, but it'll do.

[He heads inside, looking around. Maybe once it was a cosy little cottage, but as it stands now, it's just as shabby inside as outside, a thin layer of dust covering most things except a laptop lying on a table.]

Oh, there it is. Guess that's for me? [He moves over to open it up. While it boots up, a thought occurs to him--] Ah! Sorry, I invited you to my house and didn't even ask your name...

[withwisdom]

...Nonsense. As long as you're willing to help others, that makes you all the help we need.

[ she doesn't know anything about those dimensional portals he mentioned, but she can't abide by someone thinking they're useless just because their power may not work. that sort of mindset is simply... awful, she knows too well. ]

[allweather]

[He can only imagine...]

You have my sympathies. It looks as though you've done well since then, at least.

[allweather]

[Well, now Reim has a hand clutched on Guren's sleeve, please do not leave him here with the mutant squirrels. This is harrowing.]

That-- yes, well, I've noticed plenty of things aren't exactly normal.

[Letting... go..... he's fine.]

[culpa]

We're all stuck here together. Unless we all work together, nothing's going to get accomplished.

( a loose lift of his shoulders, before he walks out the door and gestures for this guy to follow. )

What's your name? I'm Hyakuya Yuuichirou.

[allweather]

A "money goose"...? I'll be careful with my messages, I suppose.

[Boy, whoever came up with a money goose is wildly immature. Who would do such a thing. He doesn't even really know what a money goose is.]

[trepidate]

[ Overhead, Phos can't help but feel a little offended. It's just alloy, and they can control it for the most part.. It's a better option than staying down there, anyway. Jeez. ]

Of course it's safe! [ They'll even give it a friendly little wiggle, just to demonstrate how welcoming it is for Lottie. Please step into the squishy metal net, it won't harm you. ]

Tell me when you're ready!

[ or perish. ]

[allweather]

[Really... it's so dusty... Reim follows inside, glancing around before he comes over to peer at the laptop. Yes, he totally understands these things, for sure. Hmm.]

Oh-- it's Reim! Reim Lunettes. And on the personal computers, I'm apparently going by "CC3300."

[Which, naturally, he has memorized already.]

[purrsuasively]

[Not bad, human. Not bad at all. In typical Mogget fashion, he decides to skip right over the pleasantries and hone in on the most interesting thing.]

Chakra, you call it? Well, well. [His tail begins slowly swishing once again.] Is this why you didn't bother asking why I can speak? Not that I'm complaining, mind.

[He's only been asked that question fifty times today? It's cool.]

[troubadamsel]

[... wait. what. does. does she want to know???

... nope, just going to move on ahead.]

Er, yes... anyway... I suspect you haven't been told of your current situation?

[purrsuasively]

[Oh, buddy. Mogget gives him the flattest possible look, because he's just along for the ride. Don't make him think, or expect him to seriously look!!]

Like a church, perhaps?

[He's already changing course, so it better be!]

[purrsuasively]

[Mogget has spent the past two thousand years in the company of humans, but he honestly can't remember ever meeting someone quite like this. People usually ignore him, or treat him like he's an incredibly dangerous creature, which... okay, yeah, that's fair. Treating him with respect, though? Pampering him? Hmm!! Where's the catch...]

I do not mind other cats, although I cannot say the opposite is always true. We are very... perceptive. [And he's a cat-that-is-not-a-cat? Things can get awkward! He does, however, want that brushin' almost as much as he wants a fish, so—he airily waves a paw.] But this boathouse of yours will be fine, so long as it is a sound vessel. I've had my fill of water for the day.

[For this century, really. He settles back down into the jacket, glancing up at the boy one more time before turning his attention back to their surroundings.]

Do you not live with your father? You are quite young.

[purrsuasively]

[He huffs—right into her poor ear, probably—because that certainly answers his question. Of all the shoulders to jump on...]

So you are a poor conversationalist, then—and a poor climber, as well, if those skinny arms of yours are any indication. Wonderful.

[It's all said very matter-of-factly, because he's not trying to be rude? He's just, you know, pointing out the obvious, but he pauses a moment as he thinks this whole thing through.]

If I help you out of this well, do you promise to remain calm? And do you promise that you will not yank my fur?

[Mysterious...]

[promissum]

[If she doesn't ask, she'll never know... Maybe it's for the best that way.]

I'm assuming something sent me to the bottom of the well. I wasn't alone, but nobody there was familiar. Did the same thing happen to you?

[He waves his hand to gesture to the largely colorless landscape before them.] This land seems to be missing most of it's color.

[purrsuasively]

[Fear! Fear is good, because Mogget is a punk.]

You didn't think? Well, that is painfully obvious. [He lowers his paw, yawning in a most unconcerned manner.] Tell me your name, boy, and perhaps I will forgive your insolence.

[purrsuasively]

[But what about his instant gratification?? ZELDA! A tasty fish, however, is a tasty fish, even he is going to get it a little later than he'd like, so... hmph.]

The place I am supposed to stay, you mean? I read the letter. [And that sniff of his should tell her exactly what he thought of it.] Perhaps it would be easier for you to tell me where you are staying.

[withwisdom]

[ be nice? ]

I'm... in a house in Bluo. [ she's getting a very creeping sensation as she speaks, like she's about to make some horrible mistake that she can't quite foresee. ] Most of the houses look the same, but I have some potted plants decorating the window stills. You should be able to see which house it is through that.

[smaaaaaash]

That's right! [Did he get louder somehow? Sorry about those eardrums, Akechi.]

I am All Might! I just arrived in this strange little town earlier today, and I am here searching for information! Your assistance is greatly appreciated.

b!

[unghost]

No.

[ Is the flat, blunt answer to that request. Unfortunately, they look anything but amused, but that's just the permanent expression on their face— they're quick to give the other a once over, noting how his clothes seem to be half-way dried. ]

What, did you lose yours in the well, or something?

[ That doubles as a: you're new here? litmus test. ]

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

[It's only a mess because Dio's part of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jotaro is definitely on uneven footing now; he's been acting on impulse from the moment he left the center of town, chasing the comforting idea that even if he was stuck here at least he'd be here with someone who...

Even now it's hard to admit to already missing his family, so he focuses again on the more practical aspect of filling in an apparent blank on the Joestar family tree.]

I just want to figure out how you're related to me. Do you recognize the names Joseph Joestar, Holly Kujo, Jotaro Kujo, or Dio Brando?

[He includes the last name to be thorough, and because even with that rundown of Giorno's immediate family history he can't quite convince himself that the resemblance is a fluke. He's seen some crazy shit and done even crazier, so who's to say Dio didn't find a way to plant a line of heirs that wound up in Italy while Jonathan's descendants moved to Japan?

Jotaro really, sincerely hopes he's wrong, though, and that he's about to find out Giorno is his unfortunate grandson from the future. Time travel would be so much easier to deal with.]

iii!

[unghost]

[ Cairngorm here is just passing through Bluo momentarily, but her speaking up catches their attention. Definitely someone they've never seen before, even from the back. There's a few seconds where they hesitate to respond, unsure if they want to get involved, before letting out a soft exhale and taking a willful step in her direction. ]

Yes. I wouldn't recommend going in there if I were you. [ They agree with the ominousness of the water, halting once they're in her line of sight. ] Especially if you're mortal.

[ There's a slight questioning glance, as if they're trying to figure that out for themself before she has to tell them. ]

[troubadamsel]

What choice did I have? They are my trusted companion. To have them suffer would be to have me suffer.

[She affectionately strokes the horse's hair.]

The well takes you, and whatever is immediately with you. I was about to head into battle, and thus...

[Thus, horse.]