- !event,
- aigis,
- akashi kaoru,
- akira kurusu,
- all might,
- ari,
- arsene lupin,
- bruce wayne,
- connor,
- crowley eusford,
- damian wayne,
- dave strider,
- duo maxwell,
- estelle bright,
- gandharva,
- giorno giovanna,
- guren ichinose,
- hunk,
- izuku midoriya,
- jion haru,
- jonathan kent,
- jotaro kujo,
- keigo asano,
- kisa sohma,
- kohaku hearts,
- levy mcgarden,
- lottie person,
- maya amano,
- minato arisato,
- mogget,
- momose sunohara,
- natalie goodman,
- nico di angelo,
- okuni kumou,
- phosphophyllite,
- reim lunettes,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryan farrow,
- sadie kane,
- sandalphon,
- sasuke uchiha,
- selina kyle,
- shiho sannomiya,
- shouto todoroki,
- sidon,
- sierra mikain,
- summer moran,
- tonbokiri,
- tristan (archer),
- valvatorez,
- yuuichirou hyakuya,
- zelda
Event Ten.
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Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter." | |
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! |
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That said, just look at this... very tall man... jesus.]
Do you want to trade? I'd rather live out here where it's peaceful.
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Hmm... Do you think they allow trades? I got this letter, but it had no sender address, so I can't ask.
[He grins sheepishly at his own bad joke. It's just yet another mystery about this place, he supposes.]
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Well-- I haven't the slightest idea who "they" are, or I would gladly help you investigate. So far, no one knows much about why things happen the way they do around here...
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[But if no one here is any close to answers yet, he's not even sure where he'd begin helping with the investigation, either...]
What happened to you, by the way? [He gestures to the bandages.]
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[He's totally fine and not on the verge of passing out, it's all good. He is Okay. Let's talk about shadowy overlords instead.]
As for our mysterious hosts... supposedly someone communicates with us on the "personal computer."
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Whose personal computer? Any? [The way he said it sounds like there's a specific one they should use, but...]
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I... suppose so, yes. I've never seen one until today, you see, but apparently they are connected.
[He's usually very smart but it's also usually the late Victorian era, bear with him.]
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By the internet, yeah. If you find one, I can show you how to use it.
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He is going to write it down. In...ter....]
There is one for each of us, but they don't work if taken outside the homes. Mine is back in the red district.
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My house is supposed to be over there. [He gestures to the nearest house, tucked away in the trees and foliage.] You can come along, if you want.
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To see the "internet"? [He fingerquotes this with one hand, a gentle self-burn of his total technological ignorance here. It's all good.] That would be helpful, thank you.
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[Well, at least the young man has a sense of humour, even in this strange predicament. He leads him over to the door, surveying the house dubiously.]
Looks like the place could use some work... Are you sure you still want to trade places?
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I don't know if I can condone anyone living in a place like this, now that I'm seeing it up close... Are you going to be alright here?
[He looks like a strong wind could give him a run for his money, that's all.]
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[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...
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Oh-- it's Reim! Reim Lunettes. And on the personal computers, I'm apparently going by "CC3300."
[Which, naturally, he has memorized already.]
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[Is that an invitation to be a friend? It might be. Anyway, his laptop loads up and he peers at the screen, scratching his head.]
Looks like I'm "FFFF00"... At least it's easy to remember. [Why they couldn't just make up their own screennames instead of getting weird codes is beyond him, though that would make too much sense for a place like this.]
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I'm told they don't mean anything in particular. [He was... kind of hoping for ciphers... alas.] I suppose it's convenient to have this much provided to us.
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Hmm... I don't know if it's convenient as much as unsettling. It's like whoever dragged us here had everything set up in advance.
[And if a villain is behind all this, one who doesn't show themselves or make their intentions immediately clear is far more dangerous. He doesn't like it.]
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Well... I was hoping to keep my spirits a little higher, but you have a point. I've only learned that the person supposedly in charge can contact us, but can't be contacted in turn.
[Mildly terrifying, but then again, shadowy organizations are starting to feel par for the course after what he's been through at home.]
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[Oops, he's being a downer, isn't he. He sighs.] Well, that's what I think, but I'm sure we'll figure things out.
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Hold on, could you be referring to the "quests"...? I don't disagree with you, but evidently not playing along with those "quests" can end badly for us, regardless of what they are.
[He's been here for a day and already he's infodumping. Well. He wrote it all down.]
Already, it's getting ridiculous...
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[...Although if this is a hostage situation, what is he supposed to do when he's also one of the hostages? Even with all his years of hero experience, this place has thrown him for a loop. It's a frustrating experience, not being able to immediately help people like usual.
Oh, right, he's spacing out when Reim is still here, isn't he? He offers an apologetic look.]
Sorry, I got a little sidetracked. Take a seat, and I'll show you how to use this.
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And he just waits politely until the conversation comes back around... aha. Excellent!!]
Right! I'm in your care.
[It's just a laptop. Endure.]
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[He starts by showing him what everything on the keyboard does, then explains the forum setup, how to click on things to navigate them, and how posts and their responses work, both with how to read them, and how to type and send a reply. It's a little weird seeing everyones' fonts being tied to a set colour, but then, there's nothing normal about this setup in the least.
Once he's done with his (hopefully not confusing) explanation, he passes the laptop to Reim.]
Do you want to try? I don't mind if you want to practice posting things with my username.
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So he takes some notes on the basic functions, and then suddenly there's a laptop being passed to him and he just looks at it for a moment. He presses a key, and then a few more, and then he's typed out "reim" because...]
...I'm not sure what I should write about.
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