awashlogs | Event Twelve

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown.
All my oats are cradled.
But I am too chilled,
and too fatigued to bind them.
And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you?

The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games...

Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time.

(At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.)

Welcome to Awash's twelfth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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The tower is at least easy to explain.

[ She smiles a little, not minding that this question essentially doubled. In fact, when she explains it, there's a little sarcastic humor in her voice. It's probably a little bit of dark humor at this point, but she can't really feel all that bad about how her tower was destroyed, even if it was her home. ]

When I left... I started running. Booker was—is helping me, since... [ She makes a difficult noise, then shrugs ] Well, his reasons are complicated. But it doesn't really matter. We had to find a way out of Columbia, and that meant fighting our way out. I'm... valuable.

[ She doesn't like using that word, but unfortunately, it's correct. Comstock was willing to do anything to keep her, willing to throw seemingly endless people at both her and Booker just to die, so Booker was right, as always. There were a lot of people willing to do a lot to keep her in Columbia. She's valuable. It's definitely the succinct version of events, but she keeps it that way more out of not wanting to get into a long, complicated story more than wanting to keep it secret. With another question asked, she just gets to that. ]

As for Chroma... I do. I haven't been back long, since I only returned yesterday, but I've still been doing everything I can to make sure of that. Impossibly, it seems to be exactly the same one I left. Everyone I've met remembers me. And I at least feel like I remember everything.

[He still frowns when he hears Booker's name because, like, he's not entirely impressed with the man still based on what Elizabeth's said. It's even worse when she phrases it that way because it means that someone out there (multiple someones, even) sees her as something less than her own person.]

Can't they get somebody else? [To be valuable. To use for whatever they would want Elizabeth for. He knows he's making assumptions and wild guesses but at the same time he remembers all of the bullshit he and his friends went through solely because Gaea wanted him alive just to use him to awaken and then kill him herself.] They can't find you here, at least.

[Chroma is strange that way, and he nods even as he relaxes just a hair.] I've been trying to understand the whole thing myself. Time's frozen here, or something like that, so people might not remember Chroma when they return to their own place. It's like there's some kind of barrier around the town itself keeping all of its secrets inside. I want to know what Chroma looks like from outside of that.

[ She shakes her head, though it comes with a dry, sarcastic laugh. ]

I wish they could. But, no. I'm the only one. I thought I was the only person that could even do what I can do before I came here, but even if I'm not, it doesn't matter. [ She pauses for a moment, and there's not humor in her voice anymore. It almost sounds like a confession, but her words are also weighted with a hard to place emotion because of how cold it is. Clearly, if nothing else, this isn't something she's happy about. ] I am the only one that's Comstock's daughter.

[ big yikes, basically ]

[ She also doesn't say anything to them not being able to find her here, because she doesn't think that's actually true. It's very possible, just as it's possible for her to open up the Tears here at all. But the fact that the Luteces haven't appeared makes her think that it's at least difficult. It's just a feeling, but Elizabeth feels like this world is separate, somehow. Which is also strange in itself, if she's honest. A crux of many worlds being separate from all of them doesn't really make sense to her. So even with that very chilly tone, it does warm up again as Percy starts talking about just that. Or at least, close enough. ]

I would too. It might explain why-- Well, why it's strange, but that's not quite what I mean. Even in a larger way, with time and how so many people are brought here from all sorts of places, that's strange.

[Ah. Heir problems. That makes this even worse and his eyebrows lift high enough to almost disappear into his hairline. This isn't new to him either, really. Being the one heir to someone important, having powers only you can do, and then later discovering that's not exactly true...it's absolutely a big yikes here.

He has even more questions, but those can wait. Elizabeth is still getting settled back into Chroma as far as he's concerned and...well. It'd be kind of a dick move to keep harping on something she doesn't want to really talk about. (He can't blame her.)]

Strange is just barely covering it, I think. I've lost chunks of time before and being kidnapped without any memory of how I got places isn't new, but this is different. I can make comparisons all I want but it doesn't entirely match. [He looks upward then.] I think more than anything I want to know who's really running this place because it's not anybody I'm familiar with. Usually the gods would show up and bug us by now, but nothing.

[There's an "us", but he also just means "me." Percy's tired and he's constantly waiting for someone to tell him to do something else.]

[ She smiles a little as the subject shifts away, and she wonders if that's intentional. She considers saying that it's okay, that she doesn't mind talking about it, but if that's the case, this is a kind gesture. She wouldn't want to waste that.

Her eyes follow his to look up, though it comes with a little shrug. ]

That's probably a good thing, isn't it? From all I read of mythology, you don't really want gods interfering with your life.

[ especially zeus lbr ]

...I don't know. I think I'm fine with not knowing, personally. [ She looks down again, but it's just back out to the festival. ] Whoever they are, they may not be benevolent, but I don't think they want to do anything bad to us either.

[He'll only speak of it if she wishes to. He's too familiar with uncomfortable subjects and talking to people about things that aren't meant to be spoken of.]

Oh it's absolutely a good thing. It means I have some time to figure out what's next. [Maybe she has a point though.] I've been thinking and asking people why they think we've been brought here. If it's nothing bad, then what purpose do they need us for?

Event Twelve

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whoops my inbox ate my notif BACK NOW THO

fingerguns. still me new journal

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