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awash mods ([personal profile] awashmods) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs2018-09-08 07:00 pm

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!

fivefingerdeathpunch: Jotaro rubbing the back of his neck on the side with his birthmark (I really have no idea)

[personal profile] fivefingerdeathpunch 2018-09-18 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[And this is the part where budding friendships are torched, because Jotaro knows the polite, sociable things to do here would be to either stay put and watch Lottie's bag or go and look at the board with her, but. But! He also realizes he's been feeling with perfect certainty the presence of one of his family members--his mom, probably, since she was the one nearby right before he found himself in an enormous well, but conceivably also his grandfather since freaky phenomena are more his thing--and there is nothing more important to him than making sure they're okay.

Which is all to say that as soon as Lottie is distracted by the posted messages, Jotaro sets her towel on her bag without a word, sneaks off to disappear as best he can in the little crowd that's developing as more people make it out of the well, and then starts making for Flavo.

Sorry, green-haired lady. He'll at least feel guilty about it later...]