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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[noholdsbard]

[ But you know it’s really hard to resist said pep talk anyway… ]

I haven’t much choice, I think. I could never truly escape the whims of fate.

[scooptimistic]

... Okay, hold on. You're saying you can't choose to be happy because of fate?

[noholdsbard]

Oh, I can choose to be happy. As to whether or not that serves fate, well…

[ He inclines his head—the closest he’ll get to a shrug. ]

[scooptimistic]

So is it more like your life is a series of unfortunate events?

[noholdsbard]

Alas! [ Nailed it. ] I have no choice but to fall victim to such deep sorrow.

[scooptimistic]

... Mm. Well, I'd have to hear your story first, if you ever want to talk about it. But I wouldn't necessarily say that's true.

[noholdsbard]

Oh, it is the saddest tale, Miss Maya. Certainly unfit for your ears. [ That, and revealing his legend might not be a good idea without his master’s input.

But Maya seems so nice…could he really resist for long… ]

[scooptimistic]

I'm no stranger to something like tragedy.

[ which is true, even if she says it with a smile. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ A tragic woman…! Be still his heart…!!!! ]

Then…your kindness is truly moving, Miss Maya. I do not know that I am worthy of it.

[scooptimistic]

Shouldn't you let me be the judge of that, Archer? So far, I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be.

[noholdsbard]

That is true, but… [ His sense of duty makes him hesitate still— ]

I am grateful; I truly am, but…

[scooptimistic]

... Well, we did just meet. Telling a strange woman your story might be a little uncomfortable, right?

[noholdsbard]

On the contrary, you are hardly strange at all. [ In fact, she reminds him a little of…

Shaking his head— ]

Pray forgive me. At this moment, at least, I do not think that I am ready to tell such a tale.

[scooptimistic]

Hey, it's okay. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm not hard to find.

[ Getting her to slow down is the problem. ]

[noholdsbard]

No…I do not think I would have trouble seeking out one so radiant.

[ You know the sad part about all this flattery is that he means it. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ How can he even see with his eyes shut-- ]

Radiant?? You're definitely the poetic type.

[noholdsbard]

[ …Echolocation, probably. ]

Haha, I am very fond of it.

[scooptimistic]

I am, too! I think there's a lot of meaning to be found in them.

... Though I like reading them more than I'd like coming up with them myself.

[noholdsbard]

Why not indulge in a bit of both? I find it quite soothing, and I am sure that we can come up with something that I can put into song.

[scooptimistic]

... Well, why not? Give me some time to stretch my poetic muscles and we'll have a session.