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!

Comments

[salutations]

[As he gets closer, it's easier and easier to tell that it's a big bird, about three feet tall. He tilts his head in concern.]

A hallucination? Mon amie, I know I'm too good looking to be true, but are you feeling unwell?

[He extends a wing and it's like- those sure are feathers! He sure does have a beak! It's not some elaborate mascot costume!]

Perhaps there was some foul fungus in the well? Do you need to sit for a moment?

[cestmagnifique]

[ There is no reason that a bird should be that large. As he extends the wing, Mitsuru takes a step back, on guard. How does she know that this creature isn't a foe to be bested if she drops her guard? ]

Stand back! Are you of this place?

[salutations]

[You know, he's used to his flirting falling flat some times but that reaction is a bit much!]

Of this place? I've never seen it before in my life. [he holds up those wings defensively.]

I know my feathers are a startling monochrome but that doesn't mean I'm entirely colorless! [What does he have, what does he... quickly he fidgets, holding up his bright yellow-orange tie.] ... and if you wanted to take a closer look at the pink under my feathers, I suppose I could allow it for a pretty lady.

[cestmagnifique]

[ With language like that, this bird is becoming dangerously close to becoming yakitori. Mitsuru holds her ground, but does take a moment to take in the tie.

Yes, it is pigmented, as one might expect.

But. ]

...Are you inviting me to pluck you?

[ Choose your answer wisely. ]

[salutations]

[................]

I meant more of a sort of gentle peek than anything else, please have mercy on me, mon amie.

[cestmagnifique]

I advise you to choose your next words carefully.

[ It's not a gentle warning. ]

There will be no "peaks" taken by either party. Is that understood?

[salutations]

I've never understood anything more clearly in my life, mon amie.

[...]

Miss? My lady? Madam President? [And there he goes, right back into the fire. Or ice. Whichever,]

Maybe we should exchange names.

[cestmagnifique]

Good. I'm glad we have an understanding.

[ She return her rapier at her side. ]

Mitsuru Kirijo. "Miss Kirijo" is acceptable.

[salutations]

[con't!]