- !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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How strange. [ He frowns, sparing the laptop an idle glance as though that could help him focus, think more clearly. ] Until now, I had been treating this as mass hostage situation, but in that case, our abductors should ostensibly limit our communication. Building a forum specifically for captives, however, sounds... counterproductive at best.
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[ No matter how he looks at it, it's just strange - then again, this whole situation has been nothing but strange so far. ]
It's like they - assuming a "they" exists - want us to be able to communicate easily.
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[ Unless they all knew each other previously and willingly decided to confine themselves to this colorless world while suffering from collective amnesia. Imagine this level of despair. ]
The fact that we can communicate easily makes me think this is either because they simply wish to keep track of our conversations or... because this is an experiment of some sort. Perhaps even both.
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I agree; this being a social experiment is the most likely scenario - it's too elaborate for a hostage situation. If taking us hostage was their goal it would have been easier to tie us up and stash us in a basement somewhere, instead of setting this up and leaving us to our own devices.
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[ Oh, sweet summer child. If only you knew you were already a part of a different experiment... ]
Well. I suppose it is no use to lose our minds over this. We must steel ourselves and keep our rational thought, if we are to get to the bottom of this.
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By the way, I was assigned a hexadecimal number as my username when I logged into my laptop. It corresponds to a shade of red, I believe. It's rather odd, isn't it? [ Hexadecimal colors in a colorless town. It suggests some interesting things, and can't possibly be a coincidence. ]
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