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

[cupiditates]

Yeah, no.

I'll get you some water.

You get a pot and an egg.

APPARENTLY newbies are all black text anyways, I was just too excited about colors

[buncho]

unfair!
deal, but you gotta bring back some really really hot water

listen colors are exciting

[cupiditates]

Isn't the point to boil it?

[buncho]

yeah but were doing this together! you have to do some of the work too, so meet me halfway!

[cupiditates]

Fine. Come by Ruga, yeah?

[buncho]

fine
my names mafuyu!
whats your name so i can shout it down the street when im there?

[cupiditates]

Greed.

[buncho]

ok
ill give you a cooler nickname later

[cupiditates]

No.

[buncho]

nicknames are a sign of camaraderie! you cant say no!

[cupiditates]

Yeah, no, I don't get nicknames, I just give em. The name is Greed.

[buncho]

ugh ok fine listen for me in 30 min! you better have everything too!!

[cupiditates]

yeah yeah yeah hurry up

[But he'll be out on the roof in about half an hour, watching out for her.]

[buncho]

[ Pots are easier to come by, if they don't mind ones that are a little rusted over; eggs she has a harder time coming across in the 20 minutes she allots to searching for the stuff, so in the end, it's Mafuyu standing on a rooftop with a pot balanced on her head, pet pigeon resting inside of it as she bellows into the sky ]

GREEEEEEEEEEDD!!! I GOT THE GOODS! WHERE ARE YA?!

[cupiditates]

[It takes him a few seconds to leap over to where she is. Speed isn't much his style anymore, but blunt force takes care of all those tricky gaps between rooftops. Soon he's landing right behind her, six-foot-something and unfairly muscled.]

God, kid, but you could put an ear out.

[buncho]

[ Mafuyu's shoulders jolt when she hears the weight drop behind her- honestly, so sorry to whoever's house they're meeting up at-- and she whips around to face Greed. ]

There you are! You should say hi back, then I don't have to keep shouting!

[ It's common courtesy. Also here- she holds out the pot/bird for Greed to take, she's trusting him with this. ]

[cupiditates]

[He takes the pot, anyway. The bird is promptly grabbed and offered back to her.]

Don't tell me you don't know what an egg is.

[buncho]

Don't underestimate Josephine! I'm sure she—-

[ ...Mafuyu looks down at the pigeon in her arms. ]

Actually, I dunno if she's a girl.

[ it's not a girl and Josephine isn't its name ]

[cupiditates]

Your plan was seriously to bring a bird and hope that it might be able to lay an egg?

[buncho]

I didn't bring her! She was here when I got here— you know, when somebody kidnapped all of us and dumped us into that well.

[cupiditates]

I meant why did you-- you know what. Never mind.

[He skips down off the roof, landing in the street below. Keep up, girl! They're going back to his place to complete this quest.]

[buncho]

[ Fine, fine--
Mafuyu has no trouble jumping off rooftops and slamming down on the ground hard enough to shatter anybody else's kneecaps but not hers, and keeps pace with Greed. ]

Where're we going? Your house?

[ Do you really want Mafuyu to know where you live? ]

[cupiditates]

Yep.

[He'll cope with her hanging around . . . somehow. Anyway, it's easier to just head into his Ruga house and skip up the stairs. There's eggs there, as well as water and a stove, and he nods towards her.]

Go on: show me, kiddo.

[buncho]

[ He didn't trust her to find eggs.

Mafuyu almost looks affronted when she sees them and realizes this fact, but she quickly recovers, because she can always redeem herself by boiling a perfect pot of water. She rolls up her sleeves and plants herself in front of the stove, staring down at the many dials that she never once touched in her life, because her boiling water was done with a water boiler that has literally one button, that all you have to press.

This seems easy to figure out, though. The knob gets turned towards high, there's the smell of gas, and a faint click- click- that sounds from the stove.

But no fire.

She gives the stove a swift kick in the side— the smell of gas is stronger now, but still no fire. ]

Hang on, I gotta get you a working stove first.

[cupiditates]

Uhh--

[Look, he can survive a fireball, but he's not too sure about her (though she seems sturdier than most, but he'll ask about her later). But he's already settled in this house, and he's got his weird magic box, so . . . maybe let's not blow up the house?

Besides: he isn't exactly a good cook, but nor is he stupid.]

Nah, nah-- go open a window.

[Because no matter what, all this gas isn't good to just, like, have hanging around.]