awashlogs | 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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-- I mean, maybe a little help but not a lot! Like.. don't help out too much, just a little bit!
_{[ ???? ]}

[ Ah. Well.

Here's Vriska just

floating over to him

gripping his wrists,

and bodily lifting him into the air.

loudly: ]

You know, I'm more likely to drop people if they bitch and complain! Uh oh, are your hands slipping?

[ just casually continues ascending. ]

_{[ this girl
is actually saving him...
wtf... ]}

_{[ GRIPS ONTO HER WRISTS TO MAKE SURE THEY AREN'T SLIPPING, OH GOD... ]}

Hey! I didn't give you permission to pick me up like that! _{D-Don't drop me.. this is kind of high!}

_{[ He doesn't wiggle or try to fight her help, but he gives her the most pathetic look, eyebrows pushing together. He's trying to look mad but he just looks like an idiot. Nevertheless, if Vriska feels inclined to still carry him the rest of the way, he'll comply in silence. ]}

Weird, it's like the weight of all your bitching is suddenly pulling us down or something!

[ Lets the two of them drop, just an inch. But she doesn't actually let go. And, of course, she'll get them safely out of the well and dump his ass on the ground. ]

Phew. It sure was lucky you decided to shut the fuck up!

_{[ dude, how dare she have witty comebacks.. he never has witty come backs.. all he does is scream and hope for respect. It's sad, really.
He tries to land on his feet but stumbles back, landing back on his butt once more. Now, he remains seated, curling his tail around him. There's an object on his person, though, and he removes it from his back.

It looks like a guitar but also combined with an axe. ]}

Whatever.
_{[ and then, quietly, LOOKING AWAY: ]}
Thanks.

Don't mention it. Seriously, don't, that was pathetic. Hey, is that a guitar? It looks sick.

[ plopping down on the ground in front of him, peering at it to try and get a better look. ]

_{[ thank you weird dead gray girl for changing the subject...
His fuzzy ears perk up when Vriska mentions his instrument and this, well, this instantly changes his mood. Oh man, it just begins to fire him up! ]}

This... it isn't a guitar! It is.. THE GREAT RED TOMAHAWK!! My spirit it thrives on the music it plays... IT'S COOLER THAN ANYTHING EVER!!
_{[ see? he's okay... he just needs his attention diverted to something he cares about.. ]}

Back home.. we play music! And the music I play, it purifies the souls of Midi City!!

[ he may have just found the only person in the entire village who will take that spiel seriously, because Vriska stares at him with really big eyes.

and then grins, excited. ]

Holy shit, that's awesome! You can like, purify people with music? How does it work? Play something!

_{[ Well, that's how it worked back home. Granted, Vriska doesn't look like a Myuumon, so he's not sure what kind of effect his music will have on a person who doesn't possess a Melodisian Stone in their hearts. Nevertheless, he can't say no to an audience. This only feed to his mood-- Vriska is gonna be the one who changes his attitude in no time by simply distracting him by their situation at hand with his music. ]}

YES! Tremble and quake in awe of my amazing music! Prepare to have your heart lit on fire!
_{[ He stands to his feet, swinging the guitar... weapon... thing.. around. He gives it a good strong strum. It doesn't need any equipment to sound like Vriska is front stage at a concert.
Anyway, he'll play this song for her. And honestly, he won't stop unless she interrupts him. ]}

[ Well, Vriska will be an appreciative audience. She's gotten better at, you know, showing her feelings and all that junk, and for once it'll pay off in a way that isn't just her being an asshole.

Instead she'll whoop and cheer, sincerely delighted by this performance.

honestly she's not gonna stop him either until the natural end of the song???? really whenever she feels like she can interject without actually interrupting him ]

Fuck yes, that kicked ass!

_{[ continue over yonder... ]}

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wtf this song is great

RIGHT