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

[redigere]

[...maybe she shouldn't have mentioned anything at all. Naminé goes pale in the face, stomach roiling from the thought alone.]

What? N-No, never, I would never...I don't want to hurt anyone like that, or in any other way. I don't want to kill anyone at all!

[murdery]

You don't?

[Oh. Boring. But this girl seems genuinely disturbed by the idea, so Henry feels a little bad even if he doesn't get it.]

Oh well, that's okay. I bet there's lots of other fun uses for it.

[And he's not going to suggest any, just in case he makes it worse.]

[redigere]

[It's already pretty bad?? Enough that Naminé falls quiet, trying to fend off the chills going up her spine. She's seen her share of murderous people. Looked one straight in the eye and told him to not hurt her friend, in fact. It was the most terrifying thing she'd done. But none of them really did it for fun. They were intent on the idea of stopping Sora, stopping anybody in the way of their plans, but never for personal enjoyment...

She just doesn't understand. She thinks Henry is nice enough, but knowing he would enjoy killing someone is severely inhibiting her ability to continue seeing him that way.]

You...aren't going to kill me, are you?

[murdery]

You?

[He stops and looks at her, his expression as concerned as he's capable of. Which isn't much, but it's the thought that counts.]

Why would I do that? You're nice.

[redigere]

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