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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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[That was a pretty smooth recovery. She might have even been willing to tell him just how impressive it was if he didn't, you know, immediately follow it up by coming to loom right over her. What is this, some old school intimidation tactic? Pfft. She straightens her back, determined to stand her ground as she frowns right back up at him.]

It's not cosplay, and it's not weird. [Actually, why is he, the apparent King of Tacky Clothing, insulting her outfit? ...Whatever, she can puzzle that out later.] This is my actual costume, because I'm going to become a professional hero!

[Well, she gets points for not shrinking away from his thuggish intimidation looming. And if she were making somebody else float around, that ability would be kinda cool... He probably can't stay sour about it for much longer, too much effort, but it's definitely still cosplay and that's that. He shakes his head.]

If you say so, but it sounds like a cosplay club. How do I sign up to be a cosplay hero, huh?

[Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, because does he have to keep calling it cosplay? Please stop belittling her chosen profession??]

You have to train as hard as you can, pass all kinds of exams, and then earn your license. It's not something you do just for fun. Heroes put their lives on the line to help protect other people!

[Oh, exams. His facetious hopes to be a costumed superhero, dashed on the rocks.]

So you go to school for it? Y'know, that might be better than normal school...

[That comment actually elicits a nervous little laugh, because... oh, if only.]

We have special hero lessons, but we still do normal school stuff, too. And the teachers are super strict.

[Understandably so? Her classmates are super rowdy. But even though he's still towering over her, he a) doesn't look like he's about to try anything and b) made her laugh, so after a moment's hesitation she offers him a tentative smile.]

Um, are your classes... really tough?

[Is he seriously a teen??]

[It sounds bad now!! Okuyasu will at least stop looming like an old school thug now, moving back so the brunt of his disappointed School Dismay can really be appreciated. Ew... school......]

Yeah! The only good thing about school is lunch and going home.

[He's not even in class with his best buddies!! It's torture.]

[Backing away and not running off to do something stupid are both good signs, so she's slowly settling right back into her normal, cheerful personality. She's not one to hold a grudge, and hopefully he's the same way.]

It can't be that bad! At least you get to see your friends every day, right? And learning new things can be fun. [Says the person ranked 13th in her class. Oh well.] Besides, wouldn't you rather be there than here?

[Learning new things can be fun? Nerd.]

I guess. Just looking around this place makes my head hurt. [The monochrome is screwing him up so bad, he's actively avoided thinking about the Mystery. Real talk.] And none of my friends showed up in the well, either.

[Oh, now he's done it...]

A lot of people showed up here alone, I think. But you don't have to be alone. If you make new friends, it might make this place a little bit better. [Does he feel the genuine Warmth and Goodness she's sending his way?] I'm Ochako Uraraka. What's your name?

[Oh, she's one of these types... It's not that Okuyasu has a problem with Friendship Vibes, honestly he doesn't, but he is still a Big Mean Thug.]

I'm Okuyasu Nijimura. [Is this the friendship ritual? Usually he just follows people home and says nice things to their moms.] Sorry about the cosplay thing.

[And yet he's apologizing? Bruh.]

It's okay. And I'm sorry about going a little crazy with my quirk, even if I was just trying to help. We can still be friends, right?

[Stop, no one can know he's soft.]

Yeah, yeah... [He's over being floated up in the air... maybe it was cool... He makes a face and looks away a little; so much Friendship.] Is that what it's called? Does it have its own name or anything?

[Brace yourself for the astonishing creativity of:]

Zero Gravity! [She holds out one hand, showing off the little pads on the tips of her fingers. Like lil cat paw pads...] If I touch something, I can use my quirk to make it float. Plus I can make myself float, but--

[She gets super nauseous, so nah, she's just glossing over that part.]

Do you not have quirks where you're from?

[Yo she has little cat hands?? This is getting wilder and wilder. Okuyasu is Fascinated.]

So you have to touch the stuff first? [This oddly specific question is going somewhere, honest. It's going right into the answer to her question, which consists of Okuyasu never doing anything by halves and straight up summoning a giant man with a tin can for a head to hover just behind him. People can see this guy now, so this is the easiest method of, uh, explaining...

Anyway it's perfectly normal and he just gestures up at it, hovering there, staring. Hmm.]

I've got The Hand, and The Hand does all the hitting for me. Not everybody's got something going on, though.

[Ochako has grown up in a world where almost everyone has some weird as heck ability, so seeing that strange-looking thing pop up out of nowhere isn't terribly surprising. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, but she's more impressed than anything. It's... kind of neat, honestly? Old school and manly at the same time. Some of her friends ~~coughKirishimacough~~ would absolutely love it.]

How does it work? Do you control it with your mind? Or do you have to, you know-- [She's just making punching gestures in the air, still staring up at its slightly creepy face. "Does it copy your movements?" is just beyond her at the moment.] I have to get up close to use my quirk, but it must be nice to be able to stay back. It gives you way more options!

[How does it work... is a great question, one Okuyasu doesn't really know the answer to. He has a big tin man for fighting, and that's real cool, but the intricacies of how Stands work has never really stuck with him the few times it's actually been explained. Truly it is a wonder he knows what The Hand does at all.

So, he shrugs.]

Well, The Hand's sorta part of me, I guess. We've got decent range but my friend Koichi's is better. And I can hit harder.

[The part that really matters.]

[She's making a mental note here: Find Deku, introduce him to Okuyasu, and then watch him absolutely lose his mind as he tries to figure out every little thing he possibly can about The Hand.]

It's really cool! [Truly, honestly... neato. She gives it a quick smile, just in case it can actually understand her (because sometimes these things do), before shifting her gaze back down to him.] But if you're not a hero, then you're not out fighting villains. So what do you need to hit?

[Surely not people?]

[It's anybody's guess whether it understands, Okuyasu included - either way, it's literally incapable of making any other expression, so... that just is what it is. Okuyasu very nearly blurts out the truth - "you know, serial killers?" - but that's too much information for someone he's only just met.

Also it's a long story and he's not that patient, even with himself. Never mind that.]

Just people giving other people a hard time, y'know... That kinda thing.

[Bullying the bullies? She opens her mouth, about to say something about that... and then promptly closes it. Bullies suck, lbr.]

As long as you're not hitting people who don't deserve it, or people who can't hit back, then I guess that's... okay?

[Because if you want to fight, you have to do it right. There are Rules.]

[He's made some questionable choices... But he's turned it around!! Mostly.]

Nah, trust me, they deserve worse than what I could do to 'em.

[This sounds an awful lot like vigilante justice, but! Moving on before this tenuous friendship is destroyed forever!]

I'll take your word for it! Hopefully you won't have to use him [it?] on anyone here.

[But there's no sense in worrying about things she has no control over, especially not when there are still supplies to collect and streets to map. She's just going to hook a thumb back over her shoulder, gesturing toward the area she'd originally been heading toward before he so rudely distracted her.]

I guess I should keep exploring. You can come help me, if you want? Or you can stay here, but if you do, please be careful. It would be terrible if you got hurt and no one was around to help you.

[Hey now..... it's a little more complicated than that, but never mind. Okuyasu considers what's more productive: jumping on stuff or going along with Friendship Quests, shrugging like it's really such a hard decision to make. Jeez.]

If throwing me around in the air is helping, the next person's probably gonna shove me in themselves. I guess looking around wouldn't hurt.

["Throwing me around in the air?" Um, excuse me, that was a carefully controlled ascent...]

It kept you from falling, though. [She definitely doesn't sound a tiny bit miffed. Nope. She's just going to pivot away from him and start walking down the street, scoping out the structures nearest to them.] Have you gone in any of these buildings?

Like I was gonna fall in the first place. [He sooooo wasn't!! But he's following her anyway, so just know: he totally had it under control.]

I got my foot stuck in some stairs before. [So, exploring has been going great.]

[Yeah, that comment earns him a slightly concerned look. Clearly he needs supervision? And direction. And possibly a toddler leash.]

I guess that means you didn't get very far, right? So we should see what's inside.

[And with that, she continues up the street until she spots a building that looks... reasonably intact. Well, it could look worse, anyway. She heads right up to the door, twisting the rusty doorknob and finding that it is most definitely stuck. Wonderful.]

Can... you get this?

[Aka can you break it down like a real thug??]

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