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

well well well;

[redigere]

[Naminé looks kind of miserable, trying to press against the wall to avoid the clamor of everyone around her and also soaking wet in her thin white dress. Attempting to be helpful sounds a lot better than hoping everyone can calmly leave the well one by one, though, and she shoots him a curious glance before her eyes sweep the bottom of the well.]

I haven't, but I can help you look.

[She sweeps her foot out, sloshing around the water to try and feel for anything.]

[heartsteals]

[ The poor thing looks absolutely miserable, and, really, asking about his grappling hook had been more of a way to strike up conversation with her than an actual request for help. Lupin smiles sympathetically, shaking his head just slightly a moment or so after she starts tapping around. ]

It's all right. I'm beginning to think I forgot it at home. More importantly... You look terrible, madamoiselle.

[ with a swift motion, he slips off the red jacket he's wearing, folding it over one arm and holding it out to her obligingly. ]

We'd better find a way out of this place to get you properly dried off. Until then, I think you need this more than I do.

[redigere]

[Oh. She stops sloshing the water, ducking her head to hide her flush of shame. It's one thing to know you look terrible, it's another to be told so. Especially by someone so handsome and well dressed.]

I, um.

[The red of his jacket flashes in her periphery vision, warm and inviting. But she hesitates, looking up at him from beneath her bangs.]

Is it really okay?

[heartsteals]

[ he was trying to be lighthearted about it, but it looks like he embarrassed her instead. Whoops. Lupin sighs with a small chuckle, then holds out the jacket to her more firmly; if she weren't huddled up against the wall, he'd put it on her shoulders for her and really sell his point, but oh well. ]

It's okay. And don't be embarrassed - we're all in the same boat here, so to speak. I was just teasing you.

[ he's pretty sure he's not looking much better right now, with most of his back and pants still feeling soggy... ]

[redigere]

[It leaves a slight bitter taste in her mouth, too many memories of being laughed at stuck in her mind. But now that he's said so, and now that she knows that he's being kindly about it, there isn't quite as tight of a feeling in her chest about the whole affair. So with a hesitant smile, Naminé reaches out and takes his coat at last, wrapping it around her shoulders.

She's so tiny that it swallows her up, but aside from that wet spot on the back, the rest is very warm, and the tension in her shoulders eases.]

Thank you, Mister...?

[heartsteals]

[ it's a pretty cute sight, frankly, and even if he is now slightly colder on top of being wet, lost and confused, Lupin feels better for having helped her out. He's always been that way. ]

Arsène Lupin, at your service. Just Lupin is perfectly fine. [ he offers her a short, playful bow. ] And you are?

[redigere]

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