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!

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[skatebird]

( i - town fire )
[ It might be sunny outside, but it's still a bit chilly - especially when people have to pull themselves out of a well of freezing cold water. Yata's not exactly a community-minded person, but he's also cold and quickly comes up with a solution that can benefit everyone.

Thus, after Yata takes a few minutes of gathering wood and clearing off a space, he gets a campfire going. The's not much fuel available this far from the forest and thus it's not a very big fire. It's warm, though, if anyone seems interested in it then Yata waves for them to approach. ]

Come on. Dunno how long I can make it last.

( ii - inconvenience store )
[ The town is in disarray, but somehow this particular store has all it's windows intact. That's a bad thing when people (such as Yata) desperately need to get inside and get at the canned food that's visible on the shelves inside. It is, however, an easily fixed issue.

Yata glances at whoever's standing next to him, then hefts his metal staff off his shoulder. ]

Hey, back up.

[ And then, once they're clear, he simply swings the staff like a baseball bat right into the storefront window, shattering it like it's nothing. See? Easily fixed. ]

I

[brightlyshines]

Aaaah you're a lifesaver!

[Estelle plops beside the fire without any ceremony, letting out a sigh of relief. She was still pretty drenched herself, and eager to dry off some.]

I was just thinking that a bonfire or something would be just the thing right now, too, but I wasn't sure if I should just burn stuff from the houses or not.

[skatebird]

[ No no a girl--

No, it's cool, it's fine. Yata definitely turns red and looks uncomfortable when Estelle plops herself down, looking at some point past her rather than actually at her. ]

I-It's probably fine, right? Not like there's anyone here...

[ Someone's absence makes it totally okay to just burn their stuff. ]

[brightlyshines]

[Come now Yata, she's tiny. How intimidating could a 5'3 girl be?

...A 5'3 girl with a staff as long as she's tall set on the ground beside her.]

Yeah, probably! There's plenty of rotten wood in the buildings around here, and it isn't going to any other use, right?

ii....

[passio]

[ can you just... can you just do that?

dextera lets out a soundless gasp, standing clear of the now-shattered glass littering the ground. there must have been an easier way than this. ]

Ah...

[ he's gaping. horrified. ]

[skatebird]

[ Dextera looks shocked and horrified, and Yata just gives him a puzzled look. ]

What? This place is abandoned, isn't it?

[passio]

[ but now there's glass everywhere!

dextera stoops and, perhaps foolishly, selects one of the larger shards that made it on this side of the store. what if someone stepped on this? what if someone gets hurt? he frowns, showing the sharp piece to yata like a disapproving mother. ]

i;

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi looks like hell. Not even hell if it warmed over -- frozen hell, slightly hypothermic hell exacerbated by blood loss. Fushimi's coat retains a surprising amount of (cold, frigid) water, and he'd take it off but then he'd still be damp and cold, so he's been continuing to wear it.

He sees the fire, and a part of him wants to keep on walking, because the second Misaki sees him like this it's going to be a -- a -- a thing, and Fushimi doesn't want it to be a thing.

On the other hand he's so cold his lips and fingernails are blue, which is a great color when it isn't on his flesh. ]

Misaki?

[ UPSIDE: his hair is all cute and down 'cause it got wet. ]

[skatebird]

[ Sometimes, you hear a familiar voice and it's like a leaden weight settling in your stomach.

But sometimes you hear a voice and it's a jolt of elation right to the soul.

In this case, it's the latter. Yata hears Fushimi's voice and whips his gaze around, lighting up and jumping to his feet. ]

Saru!

[ And then it really sinks in that Fushimi looks like just got pulled out of the bay by a spearfisher and the elation fades, cold unease creeping in instead. ]

What the hell? You look like crap!

[ And then Yata isn't even waiting before he pulls Fushimi's arm over his shoulder and drags him towards the fire. ]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi wasn't quite expecting to be pulled quite so bodily -- which is entirely on him, because he knows how Yata operates and he should have been expecting it -- and his leg promptly gives out under his own weight when he tries to move too quickly.

Fushimi just kind of hisses as he falls, because things like groaning or complaining take way too much energy right now. Ugh, it's fine, he can just lay right here on the ground for the rest of his life, right. ]

I'm still... [ wounded, Fushimi would say, but he doesn't really want to say that and make that big of a deal of it. ]

... from fighting JUNGLE.

[ Please be kind to his ego; he's still not over Sukuna batting one of his own daggers into his leg. Like, talk about top ten anime betrayals, betrayed by his own knives. ]

ii

[theshowsover]

[Whatever Akira was expecting, it wasn't quite that.

But maybe he should have been expecting that, because how else would you use a bat to get into a convenience store? Either way, it seems like they can get in now - hopefully, there's useful stuff inside.

Akira folds his arms, though he doesn't look particularly judgmental.]

...This your first time looting a store?

[He looks like an old hand.]

[skatebird]

[ Is this--what? Yata gives Akira a baffled look, like he's the one flaunting social norms here. ]

No? My town isn't some weird abandoned place.

[ And as if he's not completely contradicting his lack of experience, he uses his bat-staff to start poking down the jagged shards of glass that hang from the window frame. No reason to risk anyone getting hurt. ]

[theshowsover]

[Akira watches that impassively, then shrugs when Yata looks back at him.]

You just seem to know what you're doing.

[He would also point out that a town doesn't really need to be a "weird abandoned place" for someone to break into a store. Not that he's ever done that before. At least, not in the real world.]

I

[axefaire]

Oh, you can use fire magic?

[Charlotte looks genuinely relieved though, and she quickly approaches the fire. She's wearing clothes that are absolutely not suited for being soaked in icy water, so she really does appreciate it.]

That's really handy! Thank you!

[skatebird]

[ Oh jeez, another girl. Yata's at least more prepared for is this time after dealing with Estelle earlier, so while he turns faintly red he's less of an embarrassed mess this time around. ]

S'nothing.

[ ... ]

And it's not really magic.

i

[lonered]

[Keith won't pass up a chance to warm up and dry off. True his alien space suit of sorts actually does a fair job of keeping him insulated so he's not going to wind up with hypothermia anyway, but still.

He approaches, only thinking to dismiss his mask at the last minute.]

Fire's a good idea. There are a lot of cold, wet people.

[And, well,] And pissed off people.

[That last part is him especially.]

[skatebird]

[ Cold, wet, and pissed off? Yata can't help but laugh. ]

No kidding. Anyone'd be mad after getting stuck in a well.

[ Though Yata at least seems less 'pissed' and more 'grumpy' right now. He's had time to cool off - or warm up, as it were. ]

But we might need a bigger fire, soon. There's more of us than I thought.

I

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ The distinct smell of a fire catches Caramia's attention. It's slightly off from what it normally should smell like, of course, but there was no mistaking that's what it was. Considering he was shaking like a leaf, with arms wrapped around him in a fruitless attempt to get himself warm again, he was, of course, drawn to the smell. ]

Really?! [ He exclaimed a bit too excitedly when Yata motioned him closer. Though, he seemed to recognize this, as Caramia cleared his throat soon after, giving an apologetic smile. He gladly shuffled over to take a seat by the fire. ] Grazie, I ow- [ A sneeze cuts his sentence short as his face buries into his arm. ]

Scusa. As I was saying, I owe you one.

[skatebird]

[ Geeze, this guy might already be sick. Yata frowns, then grabs another bit of wood - it looks like it used to belong to a fence - to toss on the fire. This is gonna need to be bigger.

As for owing him one, Yata waves a hand. ]

Worry about that after we figure out what's going on. We don't even know where we are.

[ Or at least, Yata sure doesn't. He's just assuming he's not alone in that regard. ]

II

[crosswind]

[at first, he heeds as he's told. stand back, right? gran has no idea what's going on until the bat connects with the glass and then his jaw drops.

YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT???

he moves forward quickly, trying to put space between him and the store.]

What are you doing!? You'll alert the entire town that there's something here!

[skatebird]

[ Man, how come no one will just let him smash up windows?! Yata grimaces when Gran gets between him and his target, though he doesn't try to shove him out of the way. He already busted open the window, the hard part is over. ]

What town? There's nobody here.

ii

[pursestrings]

[—Okay, dude just busted a window open, that's cool. Better than Okuyasu's plan to eventually smash it with a good punch, to be honest, so: he's totally okay with this situation.]

How come you get a bat? I didn't get anything.

[But he's just making his way over to the broken window to stick his head in and assess how climbable this brand new store entrance is. Time to loot some garbage food.]

[skatebird]

What-- this?

[ Yata lifts the pole from off his shoulder. ]

I showed up with it. Bet you could find one, though.

[ Yata managed to shatter the entire window with that strike, so aside from a few clinging bits of glass it's easy to step through. ]

I. Scarecrows and fire aren't very compatible

[crowsigliere]

After taking a quick glimpse around the outskirts of the town's center, Kyrie returns to the well in favor of regrouping--or, at the very least, to gain his bearings on this mess. But this time, there's a flash of color to catch his eye, he pauses a moment to acknowledge it.

The source of color isn't clothing, but rather a fire, and while that's all well and good--his clothes are still damp and it's far from warm out, after all--he still hesitates a moment before logic overrules a deeply ingrained response to avoid. He might have had generations to get over it, but when you spend your early life as a scarecrow, you learn very quickly that you are very susceptible to flame. But the person nearest to it waves him in, and... well, it just makes sense to take advantage of the offer, now doesn't it?

"You know, your decision to position yourself out in the open like this is questionable, at best." he says as he approaches. He stops a safe distance away from the flame, small as it may be; it's just barely near enough to feel the warmth of it, but then he doesn't trust his company just yet, either. "You'd be better suited anywhere with even the slightest form of cover."

He's grateful, really. Honest.

[skatebird]

[ When Kyrie speaks, Yata falters, his hand falling still and his neutral-but-friendly expression slipping into one of surprise. Half a moment later he ends up scowling instead. What the hell is this guy's problem? ]

It's for people who just got out of the well, dumbass. If you don't like it you can go find another fire.

[ There isn't another fire, of course, which is sort of the point. ]