- !event,
- akashi kaoru,
- akihiko sanada,
- akira kurusu,
- arsene lupin,
- balthazar,
- cairngorm,
- caramia,
- charlotte,
- crow,
- dave strider,
- dextera,
- eijirou kirishima,
- ekko,
- elizabeth,
- emma,
- estelle bright,
- goro akechi,
- gran,
- guren ichinose,
- henry,
- ignis scientia,
- izuku midoriya,
- john egbert,
- joshua bright,
- kei nanjo,
- keith,
- kenny mccormick,
- kyle broflovski,
- kyrie,
- maribelle,
- minato arisato,
- misaki yata,
- mitsuru kirijo,
- momo yaoyorozu,
- momosuke yamaoka,
- morag ladair,
- nagito komaeda,
- namine,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- nyx ulric,
- ochako uraraka,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- ouni,
- rex,
- riku nanase,
- rin okumura,
- ryo asuka,
- ryoji mochizuki,
- saruhiko fushimi,
- shiho sannomiya,
- shouto todoroki,
- tenya iida,
- terezi pyrope,
- terra,
- terra branford,
- tonbokiri,
- vriska serket,
- yusuke kitagawa,
- yuuya sakazaki
Intro Log.
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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. | |
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. | |


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.
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[Which, is not a schooner or a yacht. And Keith blinks at being asked if he's a sailor and.
Uh.]
Um... not exactly. Actually not at all. I mean my space ship. [An awkward little gesture up at the sky.]
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A space ship-- ah! Ah, yes, of course! Yes, that would make more sense, given your clothing.
[He raises his hands, fingers forming a little picture frame that he just holds up so Keith is in it. Yes. He absolutely has that sci-fi aesthetic.]
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What is he doing. With his fingers.]
Yeah, it's a space suit, so I-- [Yeah okay he can't keep talking.] What the quiznak are you doing?
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I was placing you in frame. Trying to see you on your spaceship.
[it's a thing he does]
... I will admit, I was picturing something different under your mask. But I suppose there is no proof that people from space look that different from us.
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[Right. In frame.]
Does that help?
[With the picturing??? Anyway. Focus.]
Well. Most aliens do look pretty different. I mean, some look pretty close to humans, but not all that many.
[Mostly Alteans. And even then there are definite differences, even before you get into all the weird magic abilities some Alteans possess. Or Coran's moustache.
But he adds, to clear it up.]
I'm from Earth though. [Not "I'm human." because that's not entirely true. But he is an Earthling in origin anyway.]
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But, hrm. This sounds odd and different from what he knows. He considers this news seriously, his arms folding over his chest.]
It is true that Earth has spacecrafts, but... We have yet to meet aliens. Or do much more than travel a small distance from our planet, as far as I understand.
[Not that he's doubting it because like the mask thing was pretty obviously some kind of alien technology and/or magic, but he's curious. And it's important to absorb all kinds of knowledge for the sake of his art!!]
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[That said, well.] So I guess it's possible your Earth and my Earth aren't the same Earth. Could be a parallel reality.
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The technological and cultural aspects of Earth differing due to one small event and then set on an entirely different course in history...
[Mmhmm. And there have been artworks focused on such concept, definitely not new though if they're given actual proof of such a thing... Yusuke's nodding to himself, itching for a canvas.]
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[He remembers the not!Shiro in that one, and the whole evil Alteans thing. Just. Really unsettling all around.]
So... aside from the no color thing, you're taking all of this in stride pretty well.
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I will say that I'm not yet completely convinced this is some manner of dream or-- [in a Palace, or in Mementos but those won't be understood and he ought to keep his Phantom Thieves thing on the down-low] --or something else.
However, if this is to be my reality, I should have an open mind so I am ready for unusual occurrences. It would not be the first time I have had my perspective and worldview challenged utterly.
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A dream? Seems like a pretty messed up dream. And if you're dreaming it, I'm dreaming it too.
[Not cool. Keith refuses to be the fragment of someone else's imagination or subconscious.]
It wouldn't? So you've seen some weird stuff before, huh? [He knows that feeling.]
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I have. At this point, more than I feel I could accurately count.
[...Though he doesn't elaborate. Very secret. Shh.]
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[Very secret. Keith doesn't know what to make about so vague a statement. But then he has his own secrets (none of his secrets are secret anymore honestly, back home, so it's almost weird here) so he can't exactly complain about someone keeping theirs, when they just met.]
It looks like it takes practice.
[But he's not above poking Yusuke for it. ...he seems like an okay guy. Keith might even be playing.]
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Hmm. That is not something I hear often.
Perhaps I ought to keep things to myself more if that's how I'm seen? A mysterious artist is bound to generate quite a bit of interest.
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Yeah, no. I think you're onto something. Mysterious, brooding artists are a type.
[A romance novel trope, but Keith is kind enough not to say that. This guy is okay.] ...you're an artist? Like... you paint or something?
[KEITH MAKES CONSPRIACY THEORY WALLS. That's like art, right?]
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Yes, I paint. I sketch, draw, though I don't have any canvases or any of my other art supplies with me.
Just a few pencils, and a sketchbook.
[show him the conspiracy theory walls pls]
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[Keith has his blade and his Marmora uniform and that is it. Not that... he has much... other stuff. At all.]
Are you any good?
[That is Keith's way of asking to see his arts. Oh well.
And if there is something to be investigated here, there will be a wall. It helps his thought process!!]
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[AT ONCE. He's confident in his art!] Though I am always learning, nevertheless I am proud of what I have achieved thus far.
[He flips the bag over one shoulder to his front to pull a sketchbook out of it. It's, well. It's mostly empty, but the first page is still full and he flips it so Keith can see. It's obviously sketches of people in motion, passing by or pausing, stopping to check their phones or in the midst of speaking to others. They aren't complete pictures, but his eye for detail is plain.]
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Huh! You are good.
[Okay. So the mysterious artist thing might actually work for this guy.] I get the whole color thing now.
[If Keith were the artist type the lack of color might have made this worse for him too.]
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Thank you.
[Closing the sketchbook, he tucks it away again for the moment.]
I am glad that you understand. Honestly, I would very much like to do something about the lack of colour immediately but I've never faced something like this.
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Yeah, this is new for me too. I don't even understand how it works. Like, with physics alone, shouldn't there have to be color? That's how light works, right?
[How can everything be some shade of washed out gray?]
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Yes. And it is how our brain interprets it. Which is why some people may see colours we would not.
[Yusuke shakes his head. He has no idea what could take out the colours like this...]
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[Very odd.]
I wonder if this place was always like this, or if something happened to it.
[And more than that, he frowns arms crossing over his chest.] For that matter, who brought us here and what the quiznak do they want?
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[He said quiznak again... What does it mean.]
I do hope that there is some reason we have been brought here and it isn't simply random.
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It can't be random. There's so many of us. Things like this can't be nothing but coincidences.
[That's what Keith is telling himself anyway.]
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