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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[whichcraft]

[...Okay, you know what, this was originally going to be just your average "oh wow look at that cat, it's a random cat just hanging out in the sun in the middle of town, cats are great" sort of encounter, but then the cat fucking talked and now this is about ten thousand times more interesting, okay.

Also there's a joke to be made about Sabrina the Teenage Witch being naturally drawn to talking cats, but you know. Someone else can make it.

Anyway.]

Oh. You talk. ...Okay.

[She doesn't crouch down, despite the urge, because those claws look pretty wicked and it's a lot harder to retreat quickly from a crouch than it is from standing upright. Knee strain, and all.]

Did you just come out of the well? I usually offer to dry people off when they get out of there.

[purrsuasively]

[The claws stay out, but Mogget doesn't move a muscle, nor does he open his other eye; he just, you know, continues lying there like the lazy creature he is, enjoying that nice, warm sunlight.]

I do talk, and I did indeed come from the well. Two stunning observations.

[And he... yawns, because he's rude and hateful and Summer deserves a cooler cat friend.]

At least your "usual" offer is sensible. Did you bring a towel?

[whichcraft]

Nnnnnnnno, but I brought magic, which is probably almost as good. Less laundry, anyway.

[She shrugs a little, pushing her cloak back off of her shoulders to free up her hands, which she holds aloft but without explicitly doing anything yet.]

I usually just evaporate the water. Same thing as the sun's doing, but a lot faster. Assuming you're interested.

[purrsuasively]

Magic?

[Now his other eye slides right open, because despite his casual tone... magic as he knows it simply isn't here. New world, new magic? Or could this be some type of silly trick humans like to play on one another? Hmm. He studies her for a moment, considering the many (potentially unpleasant) possibilities, before finally pushing himself to his feet. ...Paws? Whatever.]

I am curious, I suppose. And tired of this wet fur, because I am not a disgusting dog. [Give him a chance to languidly streeeeeeeetch before he looks back up at her.] ...Do as you will.

[whichcraft]

Magic. I'm your friendly neighborhood witch.

[And in the face of the implicit permission, she extends her hands toward Mogget, fingertips curling just slightly as she seems to make a sort of pulling motion with her hand, and then at last with a flick of her wrist that vaguely resembles tossing something away, the spell is complete.

As promised, where there was once water in Mogget's fur, it's now dry. Almost as though she'd pulled the water right out of it.]

See? Faster than a hair dryer.

[purrsuasively]

[No Charter marks, no whiff of hot metal, but that crackling sensation he feels tells him that, yes, this is most definitely magic. Concerning? Intriguing, more like it, which is why he inspects one newly dried paw before giving it a quick lick. Hmm.]

A friendly witch? Well, well. One is never too old to learn something new.

[Or hear something new, because what the hell is a hair dryer?? He doesn't know. But instead of, like, thanking Summer for her invaluable assistance, he rubs his paw back over an ear and mildly asks:]

Speaking of learning... wherever did you learn such a useful trick?

[whichcraft]

Eh. I hate being wet. Where'd you learn how to talk?

[Luckily, drying off a cat takes a lot less effort than drying off a person; usually when she does this for people, it takes a little bit out of her, but a cat's considerably smaller size also takes considerably less magic. Nice.]

[purrsuasively]

[Giiiirl, just give him! The deets! He licks his paw once more, pretending like that isn't the most annoying question he's been asked thus far. He gets what she's going for, but still! Asking where he learned to talk...]

Feline finishing school.

[A dumb answer for a dumb question!]