Intro Log.

[awashmods]

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!

Comments

[nascere]

[ If they went anywhere at all.

Maybe they're all dead, and they're bound for an unpleasant surprise somewhere down the line. Or maybe they all ran away. The possibilities are endless, and disturbing. Noctis shifts, before he starts off towards another set of buildings, waiting for his new companion in case he wants to come along. ]

Maybe. But it looks like it hasn't been lived in for a long time.

[messianic]

[No Noct, no, that's too depressing to contemplate.

But naturally Minato follows along, blanket draped over his shoulders now like a cape. Why not, really...]

You got that right...

[He tilts his head, expression contemplative.]

Maybe if we figure out where they went, we can figure out how we got here, too.

[nascere]

here.