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- !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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Long gone. Or...
[ ...and then frowns. ]
...no, they'd have to have left.
[ There haven't been any corpses, that he's seen. ]
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[HE REFUSES TO ENTERTAIN THE THOUGHT OF AN ENTIRE DEAD TOWN.]
Maybe they went somewhere far away after the color disappeared...?
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I don't think it's too big an assumption that they're related, at the very least.
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He doesn't want to think about it!!]
I guess... them leaving could've made it disappear too? Depending on how this town works. [The cause and effect is kind of fuzzy here.]
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[ He considers. ]
That would still leave us with the question of what could make an entire town pack up and leave all at once, though.
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No matter what possibilities I think of, none of them are good.
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[ Here to be morbid so you don't have to. ]
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So you think we can safely assume those things didn't happen?
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[It might've been bad but at least it wasn't that bad, in other words.]
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[ He's reluctant to call it good without that qualifier, though. ]
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Right.
[...]
In other words, it's still pretty grim.
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[ Don't mind him, he's just started - carefully - rummaging around some of the junk in the boathouse, doing the best he can not to stir up the dust, and finally, he holds up something triumphantly.
...well, for a subdued, calm value of "triumphant," anyway. ]
Binoculars.
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Ah... success, then.
[Tiny fistpump!!]
It's good to know there are some good supplies in here.
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[ He flips them around and examines the lenses. ]
Lenses don't look cracked, though.
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It's better than nothing, at least.
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Let's go try this out.
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[Out they go...!!
Towards fresh air that he appreciates in every possible way.]
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Joshua lifts the binoculars and scans the horizon. ]
...I still can't see anything.
[ That's not promising. He offers the binoculars to Minato. ]
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