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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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[She continues gathering up the rolls he throws at her, chucking them back at him as quickly as she can. Being able to let loose a bit is... well, it's nice. Genuinely, truly nice. She can feel a bit of the tension inside her ease up the slightest bit every time she laughs.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. Slowly, carefully, she peeks her head over the top of the counter, trying to see if he's finally running out of steam.]

Ready to give up?

[ Caramia almost forgets where he is. Almost-- it's kind of hard to ignore the colorless world around them, but all the white streams of paper somehow managed to make things look... brighter, at least?

Still, now she's asking if he's ready to give, and part of him wants to yell a blatant "HECK no" at her, because quitting is never an option. But, she seems to have brightened up significantly... and they do have actual things they need to do. Fine.

He exaggeratedly clutches chest. ]

You are relentless, signorina. Going for such lethal blows... [ He gives a phony cough, and dramatically falls to his knees. ] Dì al mio consigliere che è un idiota.

[ With his "final" breath, he wheezes, falling face first into the mess of toilet paper strands. The beast has been defeated. Congratulations, Ochako. ]

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