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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Mmmhm! He's my partner-- ah, and my boyfriend. He's good at that kind of thing.

[Slowly but surely she's getting used to calling him that. Sloooowly. There's still a tiny flush to her cheeks when she says it, though.]

I don't remember anything weird from before I woke up here, no. And I think something like that you'd remember, right?

It sounds like it. [ Ah, teenage love. He missed those feelings. ] I'm glad you didn't end up here alone, at least, signorina.

[ He, of course, isn't surprised she doesn't know why they're here, but he's disappointed all the same. ]

And I don't suppose you've found anything useful, either? [ Fuck. ] Would you like to have a look around with me? At the very least, some food would be helpful.

Yeah.... I'm glad, too.

[The smile as she agrees is a bit odd-- almost relieved, really.

It brightens immediately, though, when Caramia offers to look around with her.]

Yeah, definitely! Though uh.... you miiiight wanna take a raincheck on the food.

[She grimaces a little.]

I didn't find out anything really useful, but I did find out the food in the store is really odd.

The food?

[ How can he take a raincheck on food? He needed his 8 square meals a day, after all. ]

Why, is something wrong with it? Ah, could it be that it's all stale? We could always go take a look in the forest. There... has to be animals out there we could hunt for, right?

[Estelle does too, she loves food, which is why she looks up at Caramia like a tragedy has taken place, eyes wide and sad.]

All the food tastes wrong. Like.... kind of like ash? It's almost like it's empty, somehow. It's everything in the store, I think.

[She looks like someone kicked her puppy, honestly, but she brightens at the mention of hunting.]

I can fish! If I can find a fishing pole, or something to use as one. Maybe fresh food is better?

[ Caramia returns just as pained of an expression to Estelle, the "Say it ain't so!!" very visible through his face alone. ]

That's awful.

[ All hope was lost! This was truly Hell, and these were all his Hellmates, and-- Wait, fishing? Oh, right, they could still go hunting for their supplies. Good thing, too. Caramia plasters on a new, sunny smile and gives an excited chirp at this news of newfound hope. ]

Fantastic! If we get enough meat, I can get a good barbecue going!

[Caramia is a bro for not judging Estelle for eating creepy food, tbh. She pumps her fist excitedly, beaming up at him.]

Exactly! I'm a master fisherwoman, so just leave it to me! I'll reel 'em in plenty and we can have a huge feast!

[She pauses, smugness fading before she laughs sheepishly.]

....Um... once I get a fishing pole, that is.

[ Don't worry, Estelle. He's not judging you for eating the strange food. Only for eating the strange food in a town that is so old that it's literally crumbling down. (Did she even check for expiration dates?) However, this judging is all internal. ]

Couldn't you just fasten a spear and use that instead? seems a little easier than trying to find a fishing pole around here.

[Wow, excuse, she totally checked for expiration dates! And she had a partner helping her taste test. Neither of them dropped dead!]

Eeeh... I've never fished that way, personally. And a spear isn't really a whole lot like a staff--

[~~Nevermind that her staff style was based in swordplay, thanks Dad.~~]

[ Estelle, no. ]

Hm, well... you might be able to ask around? Maybe someone has supplies you could use to make a rod yourself? Wish I could be more useful in that regards, but I don't have much of anything on me.

I mean, I have my staff, but it's not exactly designed for the give a rod needs..... I might have to do that, if I can't find one.

[She taps the red pole in her hand with the fingers gripping it, musing to herself.]

Well, I think if you can avoid it, you should. Push comes to shove, we could probably make something rod-like from the tree branches. There's bound to be something sharp around here to do that easily.

[ Ruining her staff seemed unwise. He wanted to avoid it if he could! After all, what if it fell into the water? ]

[Please, she'd never ruin her staff. She might try to tie a string to the end though.....

It falling in the water was a possibility, though ~~Especially with the crazy fish in the water here~~.]

Yeah, that'd work! A tree branch would be more flexible than my staff, anyway.

In that case, I'll keep an eye out. If I can find a knife in one of these houses, I can make it a little better for fishing, too.

I'll be sure to get back to you when it's finished, signorina.

[ ~~whispers we can probably wrap this up here since event and stuff!~~ ]

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