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

[moochobliged]

[Greed can you please, for once, read the mood. Please god. Ling watches him continue to not read the mood, considering; he's clingy, alright, and besides that he's not going to kick someone out of their own house in this miserable gray town—that's not his style!]

Just let me stay in here, already.

[cupiditates]

[Okay, but see: he already made a huge declaration of possessiveness once today. He can't go around doing it all the time (or, well, he can, but only in certain ways). It'd get weird if he got all clingy, begging Ling to stick around and stay in his bed rather than live across town; that's not his style. He's cool and collected and removed; he takes things, he wants things, but he doesn't need them.

So he gets it. He knows he's being irritating and obtuse. But still he waits for a moment, looking over at Ling like he's really got to consider it.]

Bring over your own pillow next time you go back and come here.

[But he shifts over on the bed, making room, so like . . . yeah, obviously, he's staying.]

[moochobliged]

[Ling, who has been in the same body as Greed and rifled through his memories as thoroughly as one can do to another person, really thinks he ought to have earned a little less posturing by now. He waits patiently anyway, loitering in the doorway, only perking up and coming over to sit on the bed when Greed finally decides he's done and relents.

He's okay with being the clingy one for the time being. Whatever, right; he's still getting what he wants.]

You won't even notice I'm here! [he lies, lyingly.]