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!

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[redigere]

[It leaves a slight bitter taste in her mouth, too many memories of being laughed at stuck in her mind. But now that he's said so, and now that she knows that he's being kindly about it, there isn't quite as tight of a feeling in her chest about the whole affair. So with a hesitant smile, Naminé reaches out and takes his coat at last, wrapping it around her shoulders.

She's so tiny that it swallows her up, but aside from that wet spot on the back, the rest is very warm, and the tension in her shoulders eases.]

Thank you, Mister...?

[heartsteals]

[ it's a pretty cute sight, frankly, and even if he is now slightly colder on top of being wet, lost and confused, Lupin feels better for having helped her out. He's always been that way. ]

Arsène Lupin, at your service. Just Lupin is perfectly fine. [ he offers her a short, playful bow. ] And you are?

[redigere]

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