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

[parodeity]

Uh... [ give him a second to be thrown by an adult (?) showing concern (????) over him. this is weird and totally unprecedented. ] I'm fine? I mean, this is weird as shit, but what isn't, really? At least nothin' seems to want us dead so far, which is maybe a plus.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ All these damn kids not knowing how to deal with concern. Come on, children, it's like you're trying to give Caramia a heart attack. ]

At this point, I'd be a little glad to find anything else here beyond us who appeared in the well. Preferably without wanting us dead, but...

[ He gestures vaguely. People wanting him dead wasn't news, so he'd handle it rather well anyway. ]

[parodeity]

So far everyone I've seen got here in the well...which, like, how? There wasn't a door down there I don't think? But also the fall would be enough if we got just dumped in there from the top we'd totally have broken bones, and also maybe death? So presumably we just got teleported in there, which seems like the dumbest possible location for us to be teleported into, actually...

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Yeah, it doesn't seem like there's anyone around actually from this town. The silence is eerie, at best.

[ Dave brings up a good point, anyway. That was a pretty bad place to just... appear. But why? Did someone want them there? (Was one of the people in the well the culprit...? No, that couldn't be right.) ]

Maybe the well's magic. Or perhaps there's a witch involved.

[ He's pretty sick of wicked witches. ]

[parodeity]

Not any witches I know. [ he almost sounds regretful.

jade would be helpful right about now.

she'd also be alive, maybe. ]

D'you remember what you were doing before you woke up in the well?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Well, some witches are better than others.

[ Glinda would never do something like this. ]

Uh? Hm. [ His face scrunches up as if he's really thinking about it. ] Well, since I woke up, I must've been taking a nap of some sort, right...? [ That made the most sense. After all, if he woke up he had to be asleep in the first place! Then again, he didn't remember falling asleep at all, so... ] Or-- no, I think I was doing paperwork with my consigliere.

[parodeity]

That's not a dude who works in a hotel, but I don't know what it is off the top of my head...?

[ consigliere, he means. he doesn't want to make up a mental meaning, though it sounds like some kind of subordinate. ]

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Wh-... ah, consigliere? They're basically an advisor, and the next in charge.

[ In a mafia. Mh, best not to mention that here. ]

It's an Italian term.

[parodeity]

And you do not run a hotel, I am assuming?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

No, I don't run a hotel. [ There's a small laugh. ] I run a town. Part of it, anyway.

[parodeity]

So, like a mayor, or a gang leader. [ GOTCHA. ] Well, hey, have you ever had to organize food shit before?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Something like that! [ Whoops. ] I can cook and hunt if that's what you're asking.

[parodeity]

Actually yes to both things. I do not think everyone here knows how to do both? Or either.

[ dave can't...hunt...

like he imagines he could kill a thing if he tracked it down but then what the fuck do you do

growing up in the city didn't prepare him for this ]

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Then, absolutely!! Hunting's my specialty. I can track a scent for miles!

[ He's not bragging or anything. (He's totally bragging.) ]

And, I'm not exactly a graceful cook, but I do... did cook daily for my household.

[parodeity]

Are you part dog or somethin'?

[ he says this like it's possibly a normal possibility. because like. why not. ]

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

No, I'm a lion.

[ Caramia's also fairly nonchalant about this. Explanations? No thanks. ]

[parodeity]

Like...can you shapeshift into one then??

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ You can't just ASK if someone's a shapeshifter, Dave! ]

Oh, no, nothing like that. I... used to have the body of a lion. I still kept most of my senses.

[parodeity]

[ WATCH HIM ]

So...was this a reborn situation, or like, a science experiment transplant situation?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Rude! ]

Well, it's... like a... magic one, I suppose?

[parodeity]

Did you wish to be a human or something?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Well, actu...ally...

[ ...? How odd. This was something very important. It seemed like an easy enough question to answer. After all, it was a simple 'yes' or 'no'.

Caramia freezes up for a moment, then knits his brows together in confusion. ]

I... can't remember. It was such a long time ago. I think it just kind of happened when I got this.

[ Caramia points at the orange pendant that attached to his tie. ]

[parodeity]

[ oh, whoops, clearly he hit someone's ~amnesia~ or something again. dave shrugs, not interested in making someone genuinely uncomfortable. ]

I'm nosy sometimes, sorry. But that's...cool? It will definitely come in useful since I do not think all of us can track scents. I mean, I for one have a usual human nose, so.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

Was that a pun? [ Look at this idiot, grinning just because Dave said "nosy". What a moron. ] Ah, but I've met quite a few humans who can track and hunt just fine. If you want, I could teach you.

[parodeity]

Maybe. But actually not on purpose. As to learnin'...sure? Why not. I guess we call kinda have to learn this stuff unless a McDonalds opens up on the corner.