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!

Comments

[crowsigliere]

In what realm would that be what he was implying? Please, Caramia...

"I am not. I was only relaying my kindest sympathies to those poor girls you must lead through town by their wrists, like damsels being dragged down into the dungeon."

And a princess--

He scoffed, not quite offended but refusing to let the comment slide unacknowledged all the same. It fell under their usual umbrella of banter, and frankly, there were worse positions to be associated with. He'd rather be a princess than a king, after all, given the terrible amount of responsibility assigned to the latter. It was just the logical choice.

Still, he closed his eyes and frowned, lifting his chin as he spoke up again.

"Grooooss." The word was drawn out far longer than necessary, in a high tone that carried with it all the disgust of a toddler complaining of cooties. "Caramia, you absolute degenerate. First you hug me, now this. You aren't concerned about losing track of me at all, are you? Why, I bet you've been looking for any excuse for this sort of behavior. You honestly are the worst."

He didn't pull his hand away, but he did let his whole arm fall slack, as if in doing so he might detach it from himself; it caused him to fall half a step farther behind, but he kept pace well enough that it didn't particularly hinder their progress. He wasn't so petty to allow his teasing to keep them from warmth and shelter, at least.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

"So you say that I shouldn't treat you as if you were a lady, but then scold me as if this is how I do? How is that fair..." Caramia sighed.

Should he just let go of Kyrie's hand, then? If he was going to complain, then that was probably the smart option, right? It'd get him to shut up and they could go on their merry way. That said, Caramia still couldn't find it in him to let go. In fact, he selfishly squeezed a little tighter. Sorry, Kyrie, you'll have to deal with him being "gross".

"As my consigliere and long-time friend, you should well know by now that if I were trying to make a move of any sort, it'd be very deliberate." He was tempted to turn around and tease Kyrie about it, and... had they been back home, he might have. Here, though, he couldn't even think about it. He just... wanted to go home.

He managed to find a one of small cottages of Flavo, small and not well-kept at all, but it was certainly better than nothing. It was here that he finally released Kyrie's hand.