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

[remitted]

[I. Well]

[You know, Balthazar is expecting a lot of things here given the last thirty seconds that he remembers happening, and water is exactly none of them?

And this definitely is water - too thin, too cold to be blood, not the right consistency for anything else he could possibly be expecting, so water it is for some weird as fuck reason - and then there's the top of this entire structure and oh, this is going to be inconvenient, isn't it.

So he's just going to be spending a moment trying to work himself out, standing with his head tipped back and looking up at the entrance to the well, and honestly the first thing he thinks to say is just- ]

So, is anyone going to make the obligatory "seven days" comment so none of the rest of us have to?

[His tone couldn't be any more "Well, this might as well happen" if he tried.]


[II. Town]

[You know, for someone's who's dressed as he is - he's into investments and money and playing with lives and it shows, the suit's expensive and the tie is, well, a fucking tragedy but who's counting - he seems remarkably okay with the squalor.

Sure, the place has been abandoned for a while, but it's not on fire and no one is screaming and everything is just fine from the look of it. Sort of a trainwreck but fine.

So he can be found leaning up against a wall somewhere, his posture easy even if he's still mildly saturated from the adventure in the well earlier, and he's running a coin easily over the knuckles of his right hand, flipping it easily over and over and over in a light steeplechase flourish.]

Settling in well enough...?

[Apparently he isn't terribly shy, good to know.]


[III. Network, #650000]

So I take it no one else actually remembers deciding to come here of their own volition, either?


[Or come hit me on InstantEternity and we can plot! Or just to chat, whatever, I am here for that as well.]

iii.

[messianic]

[Thankfully, figuring out the network was honestly really easy for a modern kid from Japan--so here he is, tapping away at the laptop to see if there are any answers.

(None, but there is a forum...?)

Font color and ID: #3630FF]

Not at all. I wasn't expecting this at all. Nobody I've seen has known either.

[remitted]

Can't say I'm surprised.

Not that this isn't inconvenient, because it definitely is. Impressively inconvenient, really. But if a few of us don't know, chances are the rest don't either. I just figured it was worth a shot.

[messianic]

True enough. I guess we all ended up here in the same way.

[The same...mysterious way.

Well, probably not 100% the same way, or so he's hoping considering his own circumstances, but who knows.]

Have you ever seen a place like this before?

ii

[worlds]

[It takes a moment for Ouni to realize this guy is, most likely, talking to him. He pauses, eyeing him with the suspicion of someone who doesn't trust strangers, like, at all, but he does reply, if nothing else.

Flatly,]

We just got here.

[What is there to "settle in" to yet?]

[remitted]

[The entire shitshow, really. About eight brands of horror movie trope all shoved into one.]

There are worse places we could have ended up. Somehow I doubt leaving is much on the agenda. But maybe it is, if anyone's found somewhere to actually go.

[worlds]

Worse places like what? [... Honest question. His experience with the world is extremely limited, to say the least.] I haven't heard anything.

II

[theshowsover]

[Akira is dressed in jeans and a hoodie, looking every bit the teenage delinquent he legally is. But he stops at the address, and his eyes light on the way the coin moves through the man's fingers.

That move is cool. He should learn how to do that.

At the question, he gives a quick nod.]

Not much of a step down from where I was before.

[At least in terms of dirty, rundown living conditions.]

[remitted]

[That surprisingly gets a shrug and a light, under-the-breath noise that might be a laugh, and you know what - ]

Oh, same.

[He's keeping it up with the coin for now. Flip, flip, flip.]

Might I ask where that place was for you, before all of this? I'm assuming that answer is going to be a little different for some.

[I mean. If the flying children were any indication earlier.]

[theshowsover]

Tokyo.

[So yeah, pretty different. Although he feels like it's safe to say that none of them came from a place quite like this, without anyone around, completely devoid of any color.

He glances occasionally at the coin flipping.]

What about you?

iii

[parodeity]

[ #E00707: ]

of course not that would make this way too easy
even if someone does remember i strongly suspect they have a vested interest in making things as obscure and inconvenient as possible
this place screams late 60s horror movie aesthetic

[remitted]

Doesn't it just. It's downright fantastic, if you ask me.

[parodeity]

you a horror movie fan then

iii; #21AAAC

[dreidels]

Dude. Who would come here willingly? The bigger question is how do we know if we're really here.

[remitted]

Let's say I've known some interesting people.

But if you've got another theory, I'd love to hear it. Are we adding to the pointlessly creepy pileup and suggesting that someone's in a coma in a mental ward and we're all the product of their imaginations, or...?

[dreidels]

I guess it's possible. I have been to Imaginationland before. Who knows, we could be on the nightmare side of it. Or we were all playing with the Oculus Rift, forgot, and now we're all trapped in virtual realty and the game we're playing is shitty.

iii; from #F5BE00

[redigere]

No. It should be impossible for me, but...here I am.

[remitted]

Impossible, huh? And why is that...?

[redigere]

That's very complicated. It might be easier to say that I was supposed to cease to exist.

i

[whereabout]

[ That remark does actually get Joshua to look away from the wall he's very intensely scrutinizing, to give a...rather blank look. ]

Seven days?

[ Sorry, dude, your witty aside apparently landed on one of the people with no context for what on earth is supposed to be funny about it. ]

[remitted]

[Honestly, that makes it even better half the time?]

I wouldn't dwell on it too much.

[whereabout]

...if you say so.

[ Unconvinced, but...what can you do, really. ]

iii.

[lanchano]

[ Well typing with one hand is kind of annoying, but still totally doable.

#A44444 ]

No, but I don't seem to remember a fair number of things.

I;

[buriedearth]

[ This is weird. Sure, he remembers it being dark and all that jazz, but he was sure he'd recall being thrown into a well of so many other people. Apparently not, however. ]

Seven days? Seven days until what?

[ There might be something he should be on the look out for? Clearly that's what this man meant by "seven days comment", right? ]

i.

[accomplicedauthor]

[ Momosuke sneezes ("Excuse me!"). His supernatural-sense is tingling. Or it would be, if he had one. He simply has the unfortunate habit of stumbling onto the myths and legends he wants to write about.

He's a nervous foil to the man who's just spoken. ]

Huh? Is something supposed to happen after spending seven days inside a well?