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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[oomfies]

[ It's true. She's so cool that it's physically making her sweat in anxiety of doing something uncool. She knows by now that Honesty is the Best Policy, but old habits die hard. Just like her attention span. It's important to note that Lottie is easily distracted.. And currently, extremely distracted. She tries to not stare too much at the way she walks by forcing her eyes, with a startling amount of willpower, to stare directly at Selina's face.

This is equally as bad, because the mysterious shadow woman? Alarmingly good looking. Like, effortlessly good looking. It takes her at least twenty minutes in front of the bathroom to fix her face - does this woman have any makeup on? ]

You too?! The white one, right? [ The evil thing. Stuffed his fur right under her nose, practically. This has to be a sign or something, just like Caroline! Well.. maybe this will be infinitely less traumatic and troublesome in comparison to her relationship with Caroline. She prays quietly, putting her phone back on the table. ] He was so mean to me for no reason!

Oh, um, I didn't even ask, do you want me to get you a chair or something? So you don't have to stand?

[catlady]

[ She doesn't mind the staring so much. In another life, she would have worked that to her advantage one way or another -- if she's not stealing diamonds and Egyptian artifacts, she's stealing hearts, and the truth of the matter is that Selina loves the attention. ]

That's the one. [ See, Selina actually found him sort of charming, but that's just her. She's a big sucker for something cute and furry. ] He's a grumpy little thing. There's all kinds around here, but a talking cat is definitely an... interesting addition to the town.

[ But at her question, she only shakes her head in response. ]

Oh, don't fuss over me, I'm fine. [ Selina's more than capable of finding her own chair, and she'll pull it up to the table, taking a seat across from the other woman. The offer implies an invitation, doesn't it? She makes herself comfortable, legs crossing under the table and arms folded behind her head as she leans back, the corner of her lips curling into a smile. ] And who might you be?

[oomfies]

[ Does she like cats? It certainly sounds like it.. She probably shouldn't mention how she hates that cat. And any animals in general. Being allergic to everything tends to suck the joy out of cute pets. ]

There's cats around here? [ She does find that bit odd - she can sort of see kidnapping the talking cat. Weird. But useful. Regular cats, though? ] Why would they kidnap regular cats? That doesn't make any sense.

[ She doesn't put much more thought into the topic than that. If she thinks too hard about things like that she'll probably have a breakdown or freak out again. After all, she has to look like she has her shit together for the general public. ]

Oh.. My name's Lottie! Lottie Person. [ Is her response, after watching the woman across from her get comfortable. What a legend. She makes sitting on something old and decrepit look appealing. ] I'm a fashion blogger. [ Wait. Is that too forward? Was she asking about that? Lottie starts to sweat ever so slightly, quickly amending her eager response and her position on her seat. ] Was.. Was a fashion blogger. I'm new, if it wasn't obvious already. What's your name?