Intro Log.

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It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He bumped his head and went to bed And he couldn't get up in the morning.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light. It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb. The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. Oh, and to make things even better, it's raining today. Water from below (though thankfully only like, knee-deep), and water from above... how fun. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. Welcome to Awash's second intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. New characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Thankfully, they have some friends on the outside, this time. Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways. Please feel free to ask any questions here and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

Comments

[parodeity]

I'm not too tired of that, but I think I'd get in trouble if I did something known to knock me out again.

[cupiditates]

[If it were anyone else, he'd snarl and scoff and shove them away. How could anyone know? Humans lose people all the time, but they aren't him; they aren't the personification of avarice (of loneliness). No human could possibly understand the depth of loss he'd felt when he saw the sewer stained red with their blood.

But Ling is different. The fact of the matter is that there's no one else in the world who knows quite so intimately just how he feels.

One arm comes up, wrapping around his shoulders. His fingers find the tie that keeps his hair back, tugging at it so he can rake his fingers through Ling's hair properly as he yanks him in close.

He's so warm. He's so fragile, blood and bone and heart, all that speed and those muscles hiding a body that can break so terrifyingly easily. His heart pounds and Greed can feel it; his chest rises and falls, and Greed takes note of the rhythm, matching his own breathing to it.]

You're mine.

[His possession. His body. His prince, his emperor, his Ling--]

Just like they were.

[His, his, his, Dolcetto sliced in two, his innards spilling out onto the brick, Roa's throat sliced so neatly his head was all but severed, that awful feel as he'd shoved his hand through Bido's stomach, his his his--]

And I'll kill anything that tries to take you from me.

[kringlefuck]

I don't know who gave her the big pants in our group, but she took everything by the reigns and told us what to do. Er.. it's nerve wrecking. I don't know her well enough to trust her, I think.
_{[ He fidgets slightly. ]}

She sent me off to fight some bozos outnumbered and that's what I remember last.

[nipzips]

[ Oh crap. It's this guy. Josuke does have a moment where he's wondering if Kamui intends to punch the frog, or him, but all clues seem to point to the latter. Should he try saving this frog, who might get hurt in the chaos, or should he focus on saving himself?

He'll ... He'll focus on saving himself. The frog can be healed by Crazy Diamond, but if this guy manages to hurt him, it's not like he'll be able to heal himself. He might actually die, and that's crazy to think about.

His Stand is coming out immediately ready to take the brunt of Kamui's punch, and Josuke is also jumping back, eager to get the hell away. Don't fight him, bro, he just wants to chill out here. ]

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[withwisdom]

My apologies, elder. I'm afraid I do not have that information. Or know of anyone who does for that matter. [ zelda at the moment is the one discussing with Gandalf about the quests. namely their simplicity, and how odd it seems to be. ] Perhaps if we complete them, the one responsible will make themselves known to us.

[nipzips]

Oh crap ... [ Did he use too much strength? There are shards falling on him, and that only indicates that the boy had bust right through the wooden roof. That's generally something that can hurt something, or at least give them a seriously nasty splinter. While there's no scream, he's hoping that isn't because the boy has somehow been knocked cold. ]

I'm going up there! [ His Stand will try climbing up the wall, pulling Josuke along, but it's a mostly fruitless process given how slippery it is. ] Kid! Hey! Can you hear me?! Are you doing okay?

fly out of the well

[withwisdom]

[ zelda is indeed struggling. she had created an ice pillar below her feet, but it only goes up to about ten feet before stopping. now she must try to climb out by using the stone of the well, but the rain makes it difficult as she slips with every few steps she takes and tries to keep clinging to the wall.

so when she hears someone offering to give her a lift, she quickly turns and looks agap at dirk. ]

What in the - how are you floating in thin air like that?

[ he doesn't seem to be flying, but he is undoubtedly in air without assistance. and there is some manner of puppet on his back? it looks disturbing, but she's going to just avoid looking at it for the moment. ]

[buncho]

its the same thing. if they dont want to get punched, then theyll fess up quick
you make quests sound like something serious but it looks like its just for fun
like this- what if i wish for you to give me your shoes?

[buncho]

everythings okay! things happened and the police wont let me back so im totally fine!
in one of the houses- the one where ochako is

[explodosafe]

Fifteen.

[He gives him a suspicious stare, daring him to make fun of his age.]

oh wait i totally misread part of your tag let me fix that

[kringlefuck]

_{[ Right. He and Dave had a talk about this. John and Dave are from another timeline.. maybe that means Vriska is too and Terezi was. God. ]}

I see..
_{[ Yeah.. at first, it sounds like none of his crew are here to his knowledge. He's kind of sad about that, truthfully, even if they were a big mess in their session before they met up with John's party. He misses them and he's worried about them and he honestly hopes none of them hate him. Then, John says somebody's name that he wasn't sure was here or not? Dirk's here? Somewhere? This is news to him! ]}

Wait, hold the phone, you said Dirk is here?

[bittybat]

Hmm. [Damian reads the quest log over and over again, what he can see of it, as if it's going to give him new information suddenly.] White reflects all other colors. Maybe they are an admin.

That means the requirements are the colors. One yellow. One red, one blue. When you complete these "quests," are you rewarded with simply colors for the town?

[nipzips]

[ He did hear about one other roommate, but he hasn't had the chance to meet the guy. Sora will walk in on Josuke as he tries to dry off his wet clothes. He's somehow found a clothesline and has pulled it taut from one end of the room to the other, and he's hanging up his coat. Only in a tank right now, please don't ask him about his weirdly-place zippers. ]

Oh. Hey! You must be the guy, huh. I heard there was gonna be another roommate. My name's Josuke.

[inheritance]

They're great. [He says this about most people, though.] Sorey-kun and Mochizuki-kun are really nice. And Todoroki's one of my best friends from home!

[As Josuke's toweling off, Izuku nudges the bundle of cloth over toward him.]

Here. See if these fit you. [Like Izuku warned him, they're pretty old fashioned. But they seem large enough to fit him! Nice.]

[athenite]

Insult you like "hey bozo I hate your hair?" [ she's walking as they talk and will find a likely looking house/shop/place to SCAVENGE a basket to steal? borrow ]

[cupiditates]

Right. See, I'm almost two hundred. So, technically . . .

[He grins sharply, then puts two carbonized fingers on his forehead, shoving him back lightly.]

You're copying me.

[athenite]

I don't have any tranquilizers on hand. We could always just...knock them out?

[athenite]

...Works for me. [ THAT HAS DEMIGOD PLAN WRITTEN ALL OVER IT so she will start! to head to the woods! ]

[athenite]

Annabeth Chase. We're probably the same age, "miss" isn't really necessary.

[nipzips]

[ oh. okay, this helps a lot. josuke knows how to deal with yellow text now, his life is changed. ]

woah, don't say that. you're making me sad. what if we went looking around for some ice? if it's just food that you want chilled.

[athenite]

I'm not sure, since I haven't tried this mission before.

Can you get to Flavo soonish? I live there and I'd prefer to cook in my own kitchen.

i'm sorry i'm still floored by how gay this is

[moochobliged]

[Just hug him, it's fine, hugging is allowed. Ling slumps as soon as he's pulled in, face squished against Greed and not even caring about his hair or how uncomfortable he might get, pressed so close he might just fuse right into him and put them back to normal.

This would be enough for him, incidentally. He only needs Greed to touch him once to be sure that they've passed this well enough for now, enough to be on the same page about it at the very least. But Greed has, apparently, other, slightly crazier ideas that he feels the need to share. Ling doesn't mind; he isn't one of Greed's sidekicks, he's different, he's always been some other thing outside the realm of normal friendships, but...

It's there somewhere. In the way Greed messes up his hair or just stands there quietly at first, no doubt thinking about Ling's pathetically short human life - it's there. He doesn't need to explain.

But jesus, chill out a little. Ling almost replies sooner but his voice catches as he remembers Greed's... self, his whole being, that grinning face staring wildly out of Father's own mouth, trying very much to kill the thing that ate God rather than let Ling or anyone else be killed. Hm.

Please chill just a little.]

I think that's fair, [he says, a little, uh, muffled.] Can we go back now?

[This house may be "his," but now that they've gone and done this here, he wants very much to go back to drawing on Greed's laptop somewhere else.]

[athenite]

I assume we can move around as needed, but I don't see any reason to just yet.

[ ling could stand to use doors more but bruce seems fine and she prefers the cozy cottage life to ruga or bluo. SO.

she opens the door to let him inside! it's like. abandoned looking because they have to clean the damn place, but she's heading to her room and ignoring the rest because fuck that priorities matter? ]

[nipzips]

[ Just let it be ... ]

There was a guy back home who always carried a sketchbook around too. He's kind of a prickly, self-centered jerk though. Glad to see not all artists are like that.

[ Rohan sucks, pass it on. While Josuke doesn't have much interest in art, he is curious to see what's in the sketchbook. ] Could you show me your sketches?

[buncho]

yeah but i dunno where your house is
theres no street signs anywhere! this place is so dumb
can you stand outside and shout my name? thats what ive been doing for everybody else