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

[ultimagi]

[ She looks at the other girl with a strong sense of bewilderment. What is... any of that? It seems like a lot to offer right away, doesn't it? She doesn't know how to take it... or if she should.

What does it even mean, to be friends?

Just more things she doesn't know...

They make their way south, crossing into the Bluo district; the marble of the pathway underfoot is still flat after however long of neglect, and their footsteps are too loud in the otherwise silent air. ]

... What does it mean? [ After that uncomfortable quiet. ] Being friends?

[redigere]

[Naminé squirms on the inside while she waits for the woman to reply, not sure if she'd said something insensitive or overstepped her boundaries. It'd sounded like such a Sora thing to say, she thought for sure it would garner a 'yes'...

When her companion speaks up again, she jumps, eyes going wide. It's supremely ironic that she, a friendless girl for most of her short life, is being asked this, but she's no less prepared to answer. Memories of all her adventures flash through her mind as she speaks earnestly.]

It means. It means caring about someone else. Believing in them and doing things that make them smile, because you want them to smile. Being friends means helping them when they need it, and making things up to them if you wronged them somehow.

[ultimagi]

[ It's a lot more than she expects, both in amount of things it takes to be a friend, and the amount of effort for each of them. Still flummoxed, her only response is simply: ]

Why would you offer all that to me? I don't know how to do any of that.

[redigere]

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