Intro Log.

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Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.

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. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. 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. 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. Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[theshowsover]

[He does manage to find a handhold, though it's not the best. His soaked jeans and hoodie aren't the best for climbing around in, either.

So, casting one glance at Keith and wondering if this is, perhaps, a bad idea, he goes ahead slips one of his knives out from where he keeps them hidden under his hoodie, his other hand white-knuckled as it tries to keep him from plunging right back into the water below. The knife is just a simple hunting knife, about the only real one Iwai would let him buy given his age, but maybe it can hold out at least long enough for him to get to the next handhold.

So he jams it between the bricks much like Keith did and... okay. Maybe he can manage this.

He looks up at Keith to let him know he's got it, at least this far.]

Are you some kind of astronaut?

[Because this is the best time for this conversation.]

[lonered]

[Conversation while trying to spider-monkey their way up a well shaft. Why not? It all makes perfect sense to Keith. He laughs shortly at the question.]

I mean kind of? Something like that. Space pilot anyway. Resistance fighter? I don't know if there's really even a word for it.

...

Yeah, I'm an astronaut.

[He makes sure he has his grip secure before slipping his dagger out, finding a new spot to jam it, glancing down.] You gonna make it up okay? If not, now is the time to fall, and I'll see if I can climb out and find a rope or something and come back for you.

[theshowsover]

...I think I got it.

[He's at least able to hold himself steady, and pull himself up to the next handhold. It's not so bad once he's gotten started, he thinks. Hopes. He can't think of any spot that was quite so precarious in the Metaverse.

He tries to focus on the conversation as he reaches up to grab another brick, moving his dagger up the way Keith had.

He's curious about the "resistance fighter" bit. What is he resisting, Akira wonders.]

That's pretty cool, though. Being an astronaut-space pilot-resistance fighter.

[lonered]

Good. Doesn't look all that far up.

[Optimism! Or denial. The conversation is a good distraction though away from just how far up it may or may not be. Keith has a few moments of grabbing at spot that crumbles a bit but mostly manages well enough, still using his dagger as an anchor as he goes.]

Yeah. I mean it has its moments anyway. I've seen some amazing things. Met some crazy advanced alien civilizations.]

You're from Earth, right? Human?

[theshowsover]

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