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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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[ sierra likes the way he talks to her. from here, too, she can see that he’s handsome—but maybe she wants to get a little closer as well.

after corking her bottle, she slips off the roof with practiced ease. ]

Are you offering to warm me up, sir?

Normally, yes, but tragically, I'm afraid I already gave up my jacket.

[ not that he missed the implication there!! he watches her jump down, taking a step forward in case she stumbles or needs to be caught, which she clearly doesn't. ]

I was mostly asking what you were doing up there.

[ and now, he's wondering what she's drinking there, too. Blood is (obviously) not the first conclusion he jumps to, but it looks too thick to be wine. ]

Hoho, a gentleman… I was just people-watching, I suppose.

[ she usually spends her time in a graveyard, which there is notably a lack of in this town. she already looked, after all, seeking solace from all the fools milling around after escaping the well. ]

It hardly even feels like I’ve left home, so I thought to look if anyone followed me.

[ he'd rather find a weird woman on a roof than in a graveyard, so, small victories...?! her comment gets a raised brow from him. ]

Hardly feels like you've left home? Is your world all gray like this normally?

[ well, there's more color than there was before, but still. ]

Well, not grey, no. The style is familiar to me, though.

[ her home has plenty of color—some might even say too much, considering all the buffoons that are running around the castle, and that circus troupe constantly interrupting her sleep—but the era feels about the same. ]

What’s wrong with the color here, anyhow?

[ does that mean she's from medieval times? Huh. Well, considering he met that vampire who said he'd been alive since the Crusades the other day, he supposes she wouldn't be the first. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. It's been like that since the day I showed up. We've been able to get some back, little by little, but why it was ever gone in the first place remains a mystery.

How inconvenient.

[ it’s worrying, actually, though she’s loath to admit that to someone she just met. ]

Do people show up like this regularly? Give me a headcount of how many are in the town now.

No "please?"

[ rude... but it's fine. ]

There's about 70 of us, not including all of you who just showed up now. I haven't gotten a count on you yet. And yes, I'd say it's every other month. Usually.

Seventy… it’s quite a small place then, isn’t it?

[ ah, well. it’s not like she hasn’t lived in less populated places before, and although it’s inconvenient in some ways, a quiet village has its merits. it’s just too bad for her that chroma is far from quiet. ]

It’ll do, I suppose.

It's a regular cozy village, [ he replies dryly. If it's not living up to her standards now, he can't wait until she learns about the disease and the werewolves (not.) ]

One I'd be happy to tell you about. My name is Arsène Lupin - might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?

Sierra Mikain. Former Coven Mistress of the Village of the Blue Moon, and I suppose… Mistress-to-be of Chroma.

[ she says it with a smile, but it’s hard to tell if she’s joking or if she actually has such lofty goals… she’ll probably change her mind when she finds out about the werewolves, but for now, she offers her hand lightly for a kiss. ]

[ "Coven Mistress" (of the Blue Moon, no less) is probably the most witch-sounding title he's ever heard. Now, making assumptions is never a good idea, but between that and the fact that she was up on the rooftop makes him think there's probably something supernatural about this lady. Aside from her ego, which is evidently surpassing the average human's. Lupin, ever the gentleman, takes her hand regardless, gently brushing his lips against her knuckles. ]

Well, Miss Mikain, you might have some competition to beat for that title.

[ sierra can appreciate a gentleman, even if it’s one who doesn’t seem to immediately bend to her will. he’s fine. he’s handsome, and he’s polite, and she’s not going to punish him for having a bit of a playful attitude about her idle decision.

she draws her hand back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. ]

You may call me Lady Sierra. [ a smile. ] We’ll see about “competition” once I’m settled in.

Lady Sierra, huh?

[ geh. it doesn't show on his face, but he's not a fan of rich folks that like to pat themselves on the back like this... she'll be brought down to earth soon enough in Chroma, he thinks privately. ]

What does a "Coven Mistress" do, exactly? You've got me curious.

[ it’s been a while since she’s actually done those duties, considering all that happened… she would go back, if she thought there was a need, but maybe it’s best to take vampires out of the world for good.

who knows! lupin certainly isn’t going to hear these thoughts. ]

There’s no standard for it, since I’m the only one. A Coven Mistress does whatever I want.

[ pause. ]

I suppose you could say it’s my duty to keep naughty little vampires in line.

[ that... makes his brow furrow, just slightly. ]

What do you mean, keep them in line?

[ his best friend back home is a vampire - and has suffered plenty due to the prejudice against them, just like all the other vampires. ]

Keeping them from attacking and killing you weak humans. What else?

[ there are vampires here who might be interested in doing that very thing—and sierra will bravely take it upon herself to make sure they stop ruining everything for everyone. ]

Unless you’d like to join the undead.

... And I'm assuming they really are undead, where you're from?

[ and she's not just being RACIST!! ]

Are they just idiots in costume where you’re from?

[ what the fuck else would a vampire be if not UNDEAD, lupin!!! ]

No, they're people where I'm from. My best friend is one.

[ a beat. ]

And I'm guessing you're one, as well.

[ based on what she just said... ]

Of course I am. How did you get to be best friends with a vampire? We’re notorious for… sucking.

[ HA HA ]

[ well. that explains a lot. He gives her a dubious look for her racy comment... ]

That's a long story, my lady. [ AKA he doesn't feel like explaining right now. but: ] Where I'm from, none of those legends about vampires are true.

None of them? Then what’s the point of calling them vampires?

[ she’s in a weird place, with her own curse. of course she hates what her kind does, but she’s also got a strange sense of pride for her own power. humans are weaker. it’s a fact. there’s no sense in debasing herself simply because she was human once, almost 1000 years ago. ]

They're stronger than humans, and they have pointier teeth, not to mention their own culture. Unfortunately, people tend to dislike those that are different, and that's how stories like that got spread so far.

[ he knows better, but he's sure plenty of people actually believe them. ]

You're not the only vampire here who's got all the bells and whistles, though.

That’s what I understand.

[ sierra regards him for a moment, and all that he’s said. ]

It was nice of you to take a chance on one of us, even if we aren’t nearly as dangerous in the place you come from. Good work.

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