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Intro Log.

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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[ that sure is a glowing sword and someone coming out of nowhere. considering he literally just died via sword this very day, dave is not really on board with repeating the experience?

so he reacts immediately and without thinking about it - but not aggressively. he just flashsteps around keith and out of the way, stopping himself from reaching for his sword because he's so fucking tired today and maybe they could not. there's a flicker of a blur as he moves, because it looks like teleport spam even though it isn't, and dave's voice is quiet when he speaks up from behind keith (and a good ten feet away) ]

I think we all did. Everyone looks lost as fuck, which is all kinds of not encouragin'.

[So Keith is definitely not expecting that, but he's ready. After his training with the Blade of Marmora, he's always ready, never mind when he's already tense and on guard in some creepy empty coloring book of a world.

He turns in one fluid motion, blade raised again, ready and leveled. But this guy is just talking. Not attacking after that little trick. So Keith lowers his sword once more, going so far as to let it transform back to its dagger form.]

Yeah. I haven't run into anyone who has any idea what the hell is going on. That can't be a good sign.

Eh. I've frequently dealt with no one knowin' what the hell was going on, although some of them thought they did until we all finally dealt with the true reality that reality made no sense and we were just bumbling around through a random set of necessary events.

[ not that he's BITTER or anything. ]

...It is weird that no one seems to be native to the area, though, yeah. Or...from the same universe, maybe? I mean, I recognize a few people, but no one else.

[Keith isn't sure that made sense, so he'll take a minute to run the words through again. Okay. Maybe... some sense? Lots of realities, which honestly, okay. That would explain the bitterness. Alternate realities are weird and confusing and a pain in the ass.]

I haven't seen anyone I recognize.

[Not a single familiar face. However...] Hey. You're not dead, are you?

[ WAY TO PULL OUT THE BIG GUNS ON MEETING ONE, KEITH.

dave...hesitates. ]

I mean. Yes, I am, although I currently seem to have vital signs. They may or may not be post-vital signs.

[Sorry subtlety isn't his strong suit.]

...I might be too. This better not be the after life.

[Seriously he will be pissed as hell if this is life after death. And while he doesn't remember dying, he sure as hell remembers being about to.]

I'd offer to high five you but I don't think that's really a thing to high five over? Or I mean, I would do it, but I think it's probably tactless and socially unacceptable or something.

[ YOU KNOW, because. dead. ]

...Honestly, this is already better than the afterlife I expected. Fewer dead teenagers with romance issues.

Yeah. Maybe not high fives.

[He would really rather not be dead, or at least, he'd like to know for sure whether or not he is or isn't. It's very confusing, and it's making him intensely grumpy about everything.]

You expected teen angst in the afterlife?

Specifically, I expected dead alien teen angst. I've visited the afterlife I should have been forced to go to, before? Two out of ten, would not recommend on Yelp. This is nicer, and this is pretty shitty.

[And this particular angsty half-alien teenager who thinks he might be dead is just going to look at Dave like he doesn't know where to begin with that one.

But.]

That's sad if this is the nicer alternative.

I mean, aside from bein' creepy as fuck, nothing has attacked me yet? I realize I just basically grabbed the universe by the earlobe, dragged them in, and yelled "yo, you wanna fuck my shit up with a jinx??" in the most taunting teenaged brat way imaginable, but, you know. I will take not bein' attacked even for half a day over the alternative.

Again, it sounds like your bar is set really low for this.

[Keith sighs though, looking around.]

But yeah okay you've got a good point. Creepy colorless towns that were also full of things attacking would be worse than just the emptiness. ...but at least it'd give me something to do.

[Fighting would at least make him feel productive.]

The great thing about low bars is your expectations can be pretty easily surpassed, though? Like, surprise suckers, life is a little better than you thought it was! Or death.

[ ...okay he has no idea where he was going with that so. ]

I'm Dave, btw. [ fun with acronyms ]

Yeah but only because you expected it to be as bad as it could. But I guess that's sure a philosophy.

[Not that Keith should talk. He's hardly Mr. Brightside anyway.]

Keith.

So, how'd you maybe die, Keith?

[ dave............ ]

Space battle.

[The usual. But for some reason he feels like he should elaborate, especially after springing the "hey are you dead" question on this guy. So he adds,]

This enemy ship had a weapon trained on an unstable planet. Our weapons couldn't penetrate their defenses. So I was flying my fighter straight into it. I don't remember impact though.

Damn, hardcore. [ and suicidal! dave can relate. he once took a bomb to go explode into a thing, hand-delivering it because there was no other option.

all these high five opportunities just lining the fuck up... ]

So you're used to space travel, though? That's great, because I'm pretty sure some of these people are from the middle ages, and my technology comments fly straight over their heads and drift off into the air like some shitty amusement park balloon.

No, yeah. I have talked to a few that didn't have any idea about space travel or aliens -- even like the science fiction story type.

[Which is no longer fiction in Keith's life. But well, he crosses his arms, thinking about it.]

I mean, we met a few civilizations that didn't have any concept of that sort of thing too. The Arusians thought the lions and Voltron were some ancient gods come for vengeance. So maybe it's not that different.

[ a pause. ]

Are "the lions" and "Voltron" your spacecraft stuff?

[ he doesn't know the lingo... ]

Yeah. Well, I mean they were. I'm not a paladin of Voltron anymore. But my friends still are. I'm with the Blade of Marmora now.

[More lingo that won't mean anything.]

The lions are crazy advanced alien ships... but they're also kind of sentient? It's strange. But also pretty amazing.

Oh, neat. I'm a knight. [ PALADINS AND KNIGHTS ARE THE SAME THING, RIGHT ]

So, do they like...act like cats. Do you have a giant robot cat. Or I mean, did you.

What sort of knight? [...close enough for Keith!]

Not like house cats. They're lions. And I guess mostly they're robots, but they choose their paladin and sometimes it's like having something else in your mind with you.

[A pause.] ...so yeah. I had a giant robot cat.

The Knight of Time. [ to be specific. ] ...Man. How cool would it be if you had your giant robot cat here?

Knight of Time? Is that ceremonial, or do you actually... do something for time?

[Half a smile at the next question.]

Red's not mine anymore. Neither is Black. But yeah, having them here would be something.

[A frown.] Or the fighter I was piloting. Or anything... maybe we could find a way out of here.

I can time travel and shit. [ but he's going COLD TURKEY (he wants to go cold turkey, anyway, it's not really a thing he does though...) ] Well...if it's flight, I can handle surveying the area, probably, if that's what you mean by find a way out?

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