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!

Comments

[allweather]

[That's very generous, and Reim murmurs a few thank yous here and there as they continue through the trees. Upper management is staying behind a desk and not having to see dirty nature, that's the important part.

It takes him a moment to really process the offer to carry him, busy as he is ducking around another branch. Ah--?]

I-- hmm. [Well, it's not an automatic no. He is doing even poorer than he expected, being injured, and Jion looks no worse for wear at all...] "Like" is a strong word... When you say "carry," how do you mean?

[He'd have to draw the line at princess carrying, for the sake of his pride.]

[organfarm]

Huh? [ He hadn't really expected an answer other than yes or no, and Jion blinks at the request for clarification. ] How ... ?

[ A small frown as he looks at his hands. Man, he's never actually thought about carrying people -- he mostly transports injured people, when he has to prioritize speed while accounting for injuries. Now that he thinks about it, maybe carrying Reim is going to be kinda weird. ]

Well, uh. Usually I carry people over my shoulder? Like this -- [ He vaguely mimics a fireman's carry ] -- but it might be hard for you to write that way. So piggyback, maybe? Oh, actually, you'd have the easiest time writing if I carried you on my shoulders, but you'd have to watch out so you don't whack your face into branches.

[allweather]

[Reim has a perfect vision of getting whapped in the face with a branch and toppling backwards to his death and frowns, then turns his face down to his notebook to frown at it, instead. Yes, alright... that's a terrible idea.]

Ah-- well, perhaps you could lend me your shoulder, and if I want to write something down, I will stop walking?

[Then no one will topple to their death, and Jion will not have to carry someone trying to use the back of his head as a writing desk. Ideal.]

[organfarm]

[ On second thought, maybe it is a little weird to be carrying someone who isn't injured, so Jion is all too happy to agree with Reim's suggestion. ]

Yeah, that works! Sounds like a plan.

And I guess that's probably a better arrangement for in case something dangerous does come outta the trees ... though it's been pretty quiet so far, huh?