Intro Log.

[awashmods]

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]

Because they knew you'd deal with it. They knew I'd insist on something bigger, and probably end up dragging you with me to my new house either way. So better to just give me the bigger one and save everyone the trouble, huh?

[That seems logical! There they go, out of Flavo and back into Ruga, the superior section.]

Don't sulk about it!

[moochobliged]

[He'll stop sulking if he's allowed to draw more pictures, that's the deal.]

Oh, am I staying here? Is that why I brought my box?

[Like, he wasn't going to leave anyway, but he wants Greed to admit it.]

[cupiditates]

I don't know, are you?

[Watch as he cleverly turns it back around on Ling, ha hah!

The good news (or bad, maybe) is that nobody's stolen his vest in the time they've been gone, and it seems a little more dry. So that's nice, at least, one good thing out of this stupid over-emotional day.]

Hey, go draw me something.

[moochobliged]

[Greed, no, that's not it at all. Ling puts down his box next to the other one, shrugging off that stylish coat before he flops down on the couch as if he does, truly, live here.]

Do you want me to?

[Just SAY IT... now, a good fifteen seconds after he picks his box up again,] It doesn't work anymore.

[cupiditates]

What do you mean, it doesn't work anymore?

[This he chooses to reply to, rather than the deep emotional question of before. He sprawls on the couch next to him, leaning against him and prodding at the box. It remains off, and he scowls.]

You drop it?

[moochobliged]

You were with me the whole time, you know I didn't drop it.

[Please, just because he almost dropped the other one just by sitting here... that means nothing. He leans right back against Greed and clicks way too many times on the laptop; still nothing.

So, fuck.] Does yours still work?

[cupiditates]

[It does indeed, as a bit of investigation reveals. He looks stupidly pleased by this, like it's a sign of him winning or something. Who knows why! But yes, there it is, those shitty doodles still up on the paint screen.]

Here.

[Just use his, babe.]

[moochobliged]

[In that case, fuck this box, he pushes his own off to the side on the couch and takes Greed's instead, ready to doodle... something. In a few brief moments he produces a blob with a point at the top, which is... nothing, it's nothing. But he has an excellent claim:]

It's a dumpling.

[cupiditates]

It's pathetic.

[DO BETTER.]

[moochobliged]

[show some respect you prick]

You draw something first.

[cupiditates]

Like what?

[But he's already taking the laptop back, ready to show off.]

[moochobliged]

More dumplings.

[He's starving, entertain him with food pics. Ling invents Awashtagram.]

[cupiditates]

[Their masterpiece, as it were. He worked very hard on that dumpling, he spent at least ten seconds on it.]

Don't try and eat the damn box.

[moochobliged]

[He loves it, draw another one in his pixel mouth. He's about to say something about how he's not going to eat the box, but he's interrupted by his traitor stomach growling and just stops then and there. Listen.

He's hungry.]

[cupiditates]

[The flattest of looks, and then he pointedly pulls both magic boxes away from Ling.]

You'll eat a shoe, before you start bitching. I don't trust you around these things.

[moochobliged]

That was a long time ago! And it was one time!

[Desperate times, Greed!! Desperate times! He is not hungry enough to try chewing on plastic, so Greed can have the magic boxes and Ling will simply slouch against him and lament.]

[cupiditates]

It's one time more than I did it, and I've lived a hundred and eighty years longer than you.

[JUST SAYING. But he scowls as Ling's stomach growls again.]

Don't faint on me o--

[--or I'll just take control of the body again, he almost says, but no, that's not quite a thing anymore. Instead he reaches over, tugging lightly on one stuck-up bang.]

[moochobliged]

[Ah... Ling swats half-heartedly at his hand, lapsing into thoughtful silence. He's not going to get upset this time, though, he's made that much progress for today-- instead he shifts to lean his head back, looking at Greed upside down. Hey.]

I ought to stay here, huh?

[cupiditates]

[He glances back down at him, then taps his cheek gently. Hi.]

Yeah.

[Yes, he should. Don't make a big thing about it.

And just to ensure it won't be a Thing, he flashes him a grin.]

Mine's bigger, after all.

[moochobliged]

[Hm, innuendo... charming. Ling won't make it a whole Thing, but there is the issue of figuring out why his magic box doesn't work, and he left his other clothes in the other house... he can store some stuff there! And- and this is the big one- eat their food.

Perfect crime.]

I wonder if someone else lives here, too. You'd have to share. [lmao....]

[cupiditates]

I could use a few new minions.

[Obviously he wouldn't share. That's ridiculous. But minions need caring for, so they would be allowed to sleep here and eat here and so on. Yeah. That'd work.]

Better go claim a bed before they come around, though.

[moochobliged]

[That's kind of sharing, Greed, but okay. Ling looks at him in silence for just a second, then gets up and heads out of the room to see what the bed situation is. He wants... the plushest possible peasant bed in this peasant house.

From elsewhere in the house, he calls back:] There are more boxes back here!

[Three beds and apparently three magic boxes besides Ling's, I can't even take credit for this fanfic-ass bullshit, Oh No What To Do.]

[cupiditates]

Open em!

[Just to see if any of the other magic boxes are in some way superior, because then of course they're going to take them and claim them as their own. Obviously. That's the kind of people they are.

He yells that, but then goes off to find Ling, because it's kind of boring to just sit on a couch by yourself. And yeah, there's only three beds. Three rooms, maybe, which, great, didn't really want to get all up close and personal with those potential-roommates, but still: only three.]

You could just sleep on the floor.

[He's not going to sleep on the floor.]

[moochobliged]

[He'll open them and find they turn on, unlike his own, but he can't get them to go past the login screen - a word he doesn't even know, he can't get past the first part and will show Greed as much once he gets off his ass to come see. Since he can't do anything with them, though, they get to stay where they were.

Now, the rooms. Hmm.]

I'm not going to sleep on the floor.

[How long will they stand here looking at an unoccupied bedroom? Stay tuned.]

[cupiditates]

You really think you're sharing my bed? I don't share.

[Let him starfish as he likes, Ling . . . they've already slept together for six months, don't make him deal with your snoring when you're not even a part of him any longer.]