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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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[ where a couple months ago Michael's reaction to being stopped and talked at by a random stranger would have been to stare guardedly at them for maybe longer than is considered polite before formulating a response, living in Chroma where talking to random people on the street is the norm and most people are cool about things has made him a bit more relaxed about it all.

'course, that doesn't make the words coming out of this guy's mouth any less strange, at least in the combination they are coming out in. ]

I hate to say it, but you're gonna be waiting super long on that bus or train. You're new here, right? [ pretty obvious? but hey. ] We're a long way away from Earth, let alone Detroit.

[ assuming that there isn't some kinda alien or fantasy Detroit out there that this guy could be referring to? which is totally possible!! especially since Michael's sure he heard him say "malfunctioning". ]

I am. I arrived in the well.

[He assumes that's the way everyone arrives here, then. It seems unpleasant.]

I'm beginning to learn that getting back will be more difficult than I first thought. It's inconvenient, but there are people who should be helped here, as well.

[He's not supposed to worry about that while his mission to control the deviant uprising is still active, but if he can't get back to Detroit, then surely that counts as being on hold for awhile?]

How long have you been here?

Uhh--

[ he thinks about it for a second or two. he hasn't been keeping as careful a track as he should - sometimes he's missed a day because he forgot, or 'cause other stuff was happening, but he's kept track enough that he's got a rough idea, at least. ]

Honestly, I'm not sure of the exact length of time since calendars don't exist here, but it's gotta be around a couple months by now. But there's people who've been here longer than that. We all got here the same way, though, even if we're not sure exactly how yet.

At least we know there's a predictable arrival method. Do you know how often people appear in the well?

[People have been arriving here for a few months. If there's a predictable pattern to those arrivals, maybe there's something that can be watched out for.]

[ he shakes his head, mouth twisting in a small frown. ]

This is the first time I've seen newbies climb out. So no. You'd be better off asking someone who's been here longer if you're trying to figure out a pattern. [ beat. ] Oh, but someone I hang out with did tell me she noticed the size of the groups has been getting smaller? I dunno if that means anything, we jammed about it for a while but it's pretty much still all theory.

[The groups that are coming are getting smaller. He's not sure if it means anything, but it might be a clue.]

Who was the person you were talking to about? I might need to speak with her later, if she doesn't mind.

[He'd try to do it even if she did mind, but...]

She probably wouldn't mind, she's super chill like that. [ he doesn't give the name quite yet though, tilting his head curiously. ] Are you trying to interview everyone in town for deets or something? You're taking the whole interdimensional kidnapping thing really calmly.

It's important that I'm able to calmly assess situations, so I can choose the most appropriate course of action. I was designed for detective work, after all.

[He also tilts his head.] It would be good to have as much information as possible, for exactly that reason. We're in this situation together, so we should work together to get out of it.

Oh yeah, for sure. Strength in numbers and all. [ but first-- ] I gotta ask, though, when you say "designed", do you mean that literally, or--?

[ the glowy thing in his head is hard to miss, and he did say malfunctioning earlier, but that could mean - well, it could mean a whole bunch of things, right? ]

Yes. I'm an android developed by CyberLife, specifically to assist in investigations.

[Hence the glowy thing and the glowing clothes and the malfunctioning and the complete lack of social skills.]

My name is Connor. It's nice to meet you.

[ WELP ]

Oh, awesome. I mean-- sorry, I'm Michael, and this is gonna sound weird to you probably, but we don't have androids like you where I come from. [ not outside of sci-fi, anyways. but then again considering that pill-sized supercomputers apparently exist now--

a sour feeling builds in his chest at the thought, so he casts it aside. ] And I've never heard of that CyberLife thing either, so our Earths have gotta be different.

Different earths... Well, multiverse theory is a thing, which this place seems to be proving to be true. [Maybe the Mandela Effect isn't a crazy theory after all. Connor is willing to accept contrary evidence, in light of the circumstances.]

It seems most people here haven't met an android before. Where I'm from we've become ubiquitous, so it's something I'm still getting used to, as well.

Yeah, there's all kinds of many-worlds-fact weirdness to get used to here.

[ a thought occurs to him, flashing across his face in a frown. ] Oh-- man, I just thought. You probably figured this one already, but this place really sucks with technology. Is that gonna be a problem for you?

For now it should be alright. I don't need to be charged, or anything like that. [So the lack of electricity isn't an issue, although the lack of any form of internet connection is constantly vexing.] But it's true that if I get damaged, that might be a problem.

[If they don't have any blue blood or spare biocomponents around, he probably wouldn't be able to be fixed. So that's bad.]

Furthermore, without a connection to CyberLife, I can't upload any memories. So if something were to happen where I was destroyed, this Connor's memories would be lost completely.

[Not that it really matters without another Connor to replace him with.]

[ yeah, that frown sure isn't going anywhere, only deepening on his face with added discomfort. man, all the sci-fi in the world can't really prepare you for hearing someone say this kinda stuff in reality, with their actual mouths. ]

I mean, let's hope that nothing like that does happen. [ it's not something he enjoys thinking about?? like, at all. ] There's plenty of people who can do magic in town, but I dunno about engineers or programmers or anything.

[Why not? It's just like transferring data from one machine to another, right? Connor's just a robot! It's not like he fears death, or anything...

He definitely does not. He's not alive, he can't die. He's not alive, he can't die.

(But it would certainly be inconvenient.)]

I'm sorry, did you just say magic?

[He knows they all just sort of showed up in a well and the color is somehow missing from the world but still, people actually doing magic?]

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