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

[averagemedium]

-well, the recovery time's nothing new, but-- wait, are you saying other people have come back?

[How else would he be listing off unwanted side effects, Ryan.

But his steps slow a bit at the idea anyway, before he lengthens his strides again to catch up.]

Were they all like me, or...?

[swordfucker]

...No, not all of them.

[Hilariously, only one person he knows didn't have the ability to come back to life of the four he knew died.]

But they came back.

[averagemedium]

That's--

[This is one of the very few times he's sounded honestly concerned about something since arriving here, and he frowns, worrying at his lip for a moment while he thinks.]

Probably not good. I mean, maybe it's a little hypocritical of me to say, but people without that kind of ability coming back... I can't help feeling like that's a bad sign, y'know?

[swordfucker]

It's all a bad sign. The ones who normally come back didn't ever come back like this. Their bodies stayed behind and were slowly drained of color. When they came back, they were like sketches, from what I understand. They could barely communicate.

The laptops glitched, too.

[They're stepping into the woods now, and automatically it feels different. Like there are eyes on them, like there's something more inside. Guren has gotten used to the feeling.]

[averagemedium]

-that's kind of fucked up.

[You know, just a little bit. And the knowledge that it apparently worked that way even though they were supposed to come back in other ways--

Yeah, okay. Maybe he could stand to be a little more careful.

But if it ever did happen, well, it'd be a valuable experience, right? He decides it's best not to say so aloud, turning his attention to the trees instead as they walk; the feeling isn't an unfamiliar one to him either (just in different ways), but it's still best to keep an eye out.]

...hey, have you ever died here? Or just seen that happen?

[swordfucker]

...

[It's an interesting enough question that Guren just glances to Ryan quietly for a moment, but then he's looking forward again, apparently unbothered.]

Just seen it. Most of the people here couldn't kill me even if I stayed put and let them try. Get ready. I can hear bees.

[But Ryan probably can't, yet. It's fine.]