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

[parodeity]

[ hang on, there's immediate interest at the mention of a music video and dave racks his brain for a few seconds, trying to figure it out based on the description. ]

Take On Me? [ his best guess. ]

[pursestrings]

Yeah, that's the one! [THRILLING!!] You think we're gonna turn into drawings if we're stuck here too long?

[This is actually a real and serious question, so.]

[parodeity]

Good taste. But, uh, I sincerely hope not? Would we be two-dimensional drawings or what, if that were the case...? I guess it could be kind of cool to explore things in an actual laws of physics other dimension, actually, but I also kind of like my own current dimensions. I've grown into them, and they're cozy and shit.

[ ...

belatedly: ]

I'm Dave, sup.

[pursestrings]

[He hears "laws of physics" and his brain shrivels a little bit, bye...]

Yeah... I dunno, it wouldn't be as bad as turning into paper if the rest of this place is still 3-D. [turning into paper is Harrowing.

...anyway, as he holds the computer back out,] I'm trying to find my computer, but everything looks the same here and it sucks.

[parodeity]

Well...there was one different thing about this house. It had somethin' that belonged to me in it.

[ his camera. ...his most USELESS camera. ]

Maybe if we check around, like, for things other than laptops we'll find somethin' of yours? And that could be a better indicator than just trying every single laptop. Maybe. I mean, it's still a lot of work. But I get the feelin' we have ample time.

[pursestrings]

Oh. Huh. Well that idea's better'n mine, [you know, walk into every single building and shout about computers,] so I guess so. You're gonna come with me?

[He asks this and he means you-don't-have-to, but he's too Tuff to say that...]

[parodeity]

If you don't mind a tag along? I kind of meant to explore a little more, but the laptop distracted me.

[ ...so he hadn't meant to be making comics originally, apparently. ]

[pursestrings]

[A true computer mangaka, absorbed in his craft...... Okuyasu just so happens to be the world's softest thug who could use some company before he really gets in trouble, so this is working out great!!]

Nah, I mean, I can't stop you unless I kick your ass or something, y'know? And I'm not gonna do that, so c'mon.

[parodeity]

Hey, I can hold my own. Maybe. ...I could run away from you and your monster muscles, I'm speedy.

[ stop talking about his muscles...but he's following along obediently, so. ]

So what's your name, anyway?

[pursestrings]

[Is this muscle envy..... do more lifting, Dave.]

I can move pretty fast if I have to. [Just saying!!] I'm Okuyasu.

[parodeity]

[ it's more like casual admiration, he's fine as is, thanks??? ]

Yeah? How fast? [ he's interested and curious if we're talking flashstep feed or like. normal human fast. YOU NEVER KNOW. ]

[pursestrings]

[If only we could be talking about something reasonable. Okuyasu shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets, affecting the most casual Look he can manage before his next step takes him abruptly a couple yards forward as he keeps walking.

Which would look really cool and impressive if not for the distracting element of the big tin can footballer that appears hovering behind him and swipes aggressively at the space in front of him just before he zips forward.

Usually nobody can see this. He 100% doesn't realize. Isn't he cool??]

[parodeity]

[





haha what???

dave's immediately ahead by okuyasu, because flashstep looks like teleport spam and it's literally just dave moving because ? homestuck ninjas? but ]

Uh, who the fuck is that.

[ CARE TO EXPLAIN, DUDE? ]

[pursestrings]

[Whoa, neat!! Okuyasu looks genuinely impressed for a second before he pauses, looks up at the big guy, back at Dave, repeats.

Wait...]

You can see The Hand? [Capital T-H "The Hand," very important. He even jerks his thumb at it, helpfully, as if anything else here could be The Hand.]

[parodeity]

[ he just...glances over at the big blue diamond sports man... ]

Is it supposed to be stealth?? I think you have to be less big and shiny to be stealth. Maybe put on some camouflage??

[pursestrings]

[Blue sports man just hovers there with the same mildly gloomy expression, whole Okuyasu rubs his chin very thoughtfully. Okay... so... not a Stand user, because Stand users don't ask what the hell Stands are, so this whole town is completely fucking with him. Got it.]

Nah, you're just not supposed to see him. Guess it doesn't really matter that you can...

[parodeity]

...This sounds like the lead in to "so meet my imaginary friend, The Hand", but I get the feeling this is somethin' else?

[ or maybe okuyasu just has a really cool imaginary friend? you never know? ]

[pursestrings]

Does this look fucking imaginary to you? [The Hand is cool and intimidating!! For emphasis, it even looms forward some over his shoulder, still making the same vacant, staring face. Hello.

Okuyasu needs a moment here to puzzle over how to explain Stands besides "punch ghost," uh--] Y'know how people talk about your "fighting spirit" sometimes? Well, I got a real one.

[nailed it. tada.]

[parodeity]

Huh. Okay.

[ homestuck logic says that's possible, so dave moves on to the next most important question: ]

Does he do fistbumps??

[ nvm, i meant to say dave moves on to the next inane question to come to mind. ]

[pursestrings]

[That is actually a superb question, and Okuyasu's momentary annoyance about Imaginary Friends is immediately quelled. He looks up at it... and The Hand holds out, appropriately, a hand for a super sick fist bump.]

Go for it, man.

[parodeity]

[ dave balls his fist and GOES FOR IT, going to meet The Hand's hand in a fist bump.

it is clearly the only fist bump in the history of the world that will ever matter? it puts all other fist bumps to shame?

it is this tiny dumb thing that gets dave to actually fucking smile for the first time all thread and i think all intro log, what the fuck dave. ]

Awesome.

[pursestrings]

[This is the fist bump to end all fist bumps. It's over; this is the peak bump of fists, nothing else will ever compare. The Hand's face unfortunately is not actually capable of looking cheery about this, but Okuyasu looks pretty pleased with himself in turn. Hell yes, check it out.]

Come on, the other thing was way cooler. [He says this, but he's bullshitting... the fist bump is Pretty Sick.]

[parodeity]

Nope, this is it, this is the coolest thing. So...what all else can you do with 'im?

[ like, just the going fast thing, he means? or BASEBALL or something. i don't know jojo sometimes i just ask ic questions and guess what nonsense will come out in response. i love how everything i hear is more bizarre. u go jojo ]

[pursestrings]

[insert coin, receive jojo]

For real...? Okay, okay. You got anything you never want to see again, ever? Or like a rock or something.

[This is going pretty much exactly where it sounds like it's going.]

[parodeity]

One of these empty buildings, I guess? Or a bench.

[ why did he offer up even bigger targets ]