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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[buriedearth]

[ 'They're in trouble--', makes his hands clench into fists, but when she finishes with the rest, he relaxes slightly. He wishes he could be there too, making plans with Riku and the Keyblade wielder's friends, to help out.

At least...their lights haven't been smothered by darkness. There's a moment of silence at the thought as he gazes down at his hands. Then he takes a look back over at the blond-haired girl. ]

...Thanks, for telling me that.

[ He can at least say that much. He isn't some ungrateful bastard. She...tried to tell him as much as she could and helped him out, he thinks. That's more that could be said of some people. ]

You already know my name, but I don't think I ended up getting yours.

[redigere]

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