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

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Well, Yata wasn't wrong, but... They couldn't give up on that fact alone. Giving up now seemed like the worst response. ]

You don't need people to tell you what's going on, though, right? You can find answers in the smallest things. Besides, there's such a variety of us around here...

[ Through his shivers and another sniffle, Caramia manages a bright smile. ]

All we need to do is put our heads together.

[skatebird]

[ Yata supposes Caramia has a point, so he won't argue with it. There's something a little more pressing at the moment, anyway. When Caramia shivers and snuffles again Yata frowns, then picks up his sweater from where he left it hanging to dry. ]

Here, put this on.

[ It's a pretty cozy sweater, made out of a waffle knit thermal fabric. It's also toasty from the fire. ]

You sound like you'll get sick from a breeze.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Oh. Well, that's unexpected. And embarrassing to boot. There's small frown that shows, but only very briefly, as it's quickly replaced with a sheepish smile. ]

It sounds that bad, huh? [ Of course it does, why wouldn't it? Pride wants Caramia to turn down his offer more than anything, but common sense is telling him to just accept the boy's damn hospitality. Pride seems to be winning. ]

Grazie, signore, but I'll be okay! It's not normally this bad. [ Translator's note: "I'm not usually this pathetic." ] I just don't handle the cold very well. [ "So I won't take your sweater". Yes, Caramia, you simply are a genius. ]

[skatebird]

[ Tough luck, Caramia. Yata doesn't look like he buys that for a second. He might be kinda dumb when it comes to a lot of things, but he's reasonably good at seeing through lies about one's health. ]

Well, I handle cold just fine. Take the sweater before you get sick.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Yata, please, just let this man die from sickness with his pride.

Still, though, it was difficult to turn down his kindness once. To have to do it once more... He sighs defeatedly, finally taking his sweater. He'd just use it while he was here. That seemed fair-- then they'd both win. ]

You're too kind. [ He manages, sounding simultaneously genuine and... disappointed? Or, maybe 'thwarted' is the better descriptor? Regardless, he drapes the sweater on. ] You don't even know me, after all.

[ Caramia, you hypocrite. ]

[skatebird]

[ Oh hold on, Yata is not nice. He looks a little put out by the descriptor, though not exactly mad. ]

It's not 'nice'. If someone gets sick that just means they can't try to find a way back home, right?

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Caramia can't help but give an amused smile. This feels... familiar. It's a little relieving. ]

Aw, are you embarrassed? Scusa, signore. That wasn't my intention. [ There's a small laugh, though he keeps it intentionally short so he doesn't start coughing. ] I'm Caramia, by the way.

[skatebird]

( continued )