Intro Log.

[awashmods]

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

[chronoshatter]

"An Island, huh? White sandy beaches, rolling ocean, and palm trees everywhere?"

He keeps his chin up, his brows are raised, and he's glancing around every so often at small rustles or the crackle of twigs.

He halfway pays attention to what she says--that is, for what it's worth, he's giving all the attention he can spare to her, but there's. So much more on his mind, and as they scoot along and follow the path further and further out, the gravity of his predicament peeks more and more through the numbing knowledge that he should just gather supplies and necessities, for now, and maybe get his bearings.

But then, he also didn't want to wimp out in front of a pretty girl. For some reason or another, the fact that she reminded him of a pretty flower made him even moreso unwilling to back out of his offer to escort her as far as she pleased to go. Or maybe he just wanted to make himself not think about it a little while longer.

"Sounds like a dream vacation, except ah--what about that other place? Think maybe they're connected? I mean if you got outta there, that's gotta mean there's a way to get back home from here, right? Wherever here is, anyway.

"Sssspeeeeeeakin' of--" His brows knitted as he stopped and looked behind them, then forward again.

"This uh..doesn't look like we can keep goin' without gettin' lost. I mean, in a city, I'm your guy, but this is all just lookin' the same to me, Goldilocks."

[redigere]

[Several good questions, and Naminé has answers for none of them. She knows of many ways it'd normally be possible to leave a world and hop to another, but she has very little at her disposal other than her sketchbook and this toolbox in her hands...so she's assuming that she'll be stuck for a while, despite how much she'd like to get back right away.

When he stops along the pathway, Naminé does as well, following his gaze and blinking.]

It does to me as well. We could try to mark the path we've gone with something, but would it be better to go back...?