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Intro Log.

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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[Address the flight thing... tell him the secret to flight. He'll find Ochako and actually ask her to float him around town this time if he really must.

Anyway, this is pretty uncomfortable in a lot of little ways, but he still manages to lean against the wall like he's handling it deftly.]

Then I hope you like flying all the way upstairs, because there's no way in hell I'm staying stuck in here for another minute. Last call for bright ideas before I do some surprise remodeling.

[No nobody needs to know the secrets to being godtier ever tyvm. Still, he's humming to himself in thought.]

I could probably make the hole a little bigger and then we just figure it out later.

[Okay, hold on, this plan sounds less than fantastic. Even Okuyasu looks concerned.]

Is that gonna hurt my leg? Which, reminder, is still stuck in here.

No? [Maybe sound more sure, John!!!] I mean it shouldn't as long as you hold still, which given you are stuck I think there isn't much of a choice. Otherwise I am out of ideas.

You're making me nervous. [Here, in the alternate reality where "nervous" and "ready to destroy a staircase" mean the same thing. He thinks about it one more time.

ennnnhhh] Okay, fine. Do... your thing?

[Look it's fine? It'll be fine and he takes a few steps up the staircase before he deploys a stupid-looking hammer.

One would think that would mean John's just going to smash the stairs but no. That would be Bad. Instead, he's approaching and turning Vrillyhoo in his hands, using the horn-shaped tip to start breaking the wood apart bit by bit around Okuyasu's leg. It won't be enough to collapse the whole stair, he hopes, but enough that he can pull himself out.]

[Whoa, a stupid-looking hammer—] Yo, what the fuck?

[No offense, it's just so goofy!! He won't resist this hammer-pickaxing, but he kind of was hoping there would be some smashing with the goofy hammer... so it's not very long that he'll actually stand here cooperatively, but at least he doesn't destroy the step when he finally just gestures for John to stop and yanks his foot out.]

Aw, these are my only pants. [Tragically torn down by his ankle, RIP pants.]

Don't ask. [Seriously, just don't ask. If he bashed shit with the goofy hammer they would probably no longer have a house, period. Once Okuyasu pulls his foot out John dismisses the hammer and there they are.]

If it makes you feel better, I am pretty sure you can look through some of the houseboats. Minato and I found someone's underwear and shirts so you could probably figure it out. [But also RIP pants.]

[Is there nothing he can ask about and receive an answer... So dismissive!! He's already past it, leaning down to look at the rip in his pant leg before he pauses, brow furrowed. Wait...]

You panty raided someone's boat?

[Like, to be fair, that's what it sounds like.]

[..yeah about that.]

What? No! I mean maybe sort of but we didn't take anything from the boat so no! We were just moving boxes around to open the windows, everything is still there.

You can't sort of panty raid! Why'd you bring up underwear first, huh?

[Is this the moment that defines the rest of this cohabitation? It might be. Sadly.]

[Like par for the course for John but also NO!!!]

Because that was the first box Minato found! What else was I supposed to do with it?

[Piano Boy is revised to Panty Boy... tragically beautiful.]

Not tell everybody like some kinda creep, probably. ["everybody"] Maybe I shouldn't go look on the boats...

[Okay, this part is just him being a little shit.]

[Rude, rude, rude! And yet well-deserved.]

I'm not telling everybody, I am just saying! You could even ask Minato, he will back me up on this. [Hopefully.] But the boats are really dusty anyway besides the underwear problem.

Sure, sure. Maybe you're both little creeps, I wouldn't know.

[He's trying his very hardest not to grin, but it's not working very well. Boats, Okuyasu, think about boats--] Guess it's been forever since somebody actually lived here.

[At least it's easy not to be actually offended and he settles for a shrug.]

Forever might be an understatement. The bridges around this area are starting to fall apart, too. But it should be fine if you watch your step. At least the house is still standing.

I didn't kick a hole in any bridges, so maybe we should move out there instead.

[But here, watch him learn the error of his ways and step more delicately around the big hole to keep going up the stairs. He will find this secret item yet...] You been around the whole town yet?

[And he'll follow along while floating and avoiding stepping on anything.]

Most places. There are still some I am trying to get a better look at but I've checked out a lot of the buildings and stuff. And I got a good view from the air. Three districts it looks like.

[Flying is such a cheating move... Okuyasu is intensely focused on not getting stuck again, but he spares a glance up from staring at his feet.]

How can you tell? It all looks like shit, shit, and more shit from down here.

From down here, yeah. Up there the architecture looks different in all three places, plus the ocean and the forest kind of stretch into forever. It's easier to tell from that range but we would have to check out the other districts closer to get an idea what's out there.

I took a walk around but it wasn't much... I guess someone could take a better look.

[Someone with more patience, who isn't Okuyasu. These stairs can't be infinite so now it's time to look around the room up here, which is, so far, pretty much empty... okay.]

Guess it was too much to hope my bike showed up... [upstairs. a motorcycle. upstairs.]

[He'll just follow like some overly blue ghost, checking one room before moving toward another. He's not that thorough, apparently.]

Given that a piano showed up for me, you really think that part is impossible?

[Well if there's a motorcycle, it won't be hard to spot-- unfortunately it's not a motorcycle, so this may take actual looking in dusty corners.]

Maybe? I did kinda cut it in half, so unless they know how to pull stuff outta the void, probably no bike. Would be real cool, though.

[Investigation is a go. It's a little harder when he's not sure what to look for, but he can help out at least. It doesn't hurt to get along with someone who is apparently sharing a house with him. He'll wander back and take the other half of the room Okuyasu hasn't taken.]

I am not sure if I want to know how you cut a bike in half or what the bike did to deserve it. [A grin.] But okay. Bike aside, what is something that is really important to you? The piano is kind of important to me, I guess, even if it is not the first thing I would have picked.

My dead brother, [Okuyasu says automatically, and kicks a dusty wastebasket over as if perhaps his brother will come out, considering it's where he belongs. But without elaborating on that he'll go stare around his side of the room and... brainstorm.] Or Josuke, but if Josuke were here I'd know already. Hey, what's— nope, it's shit.

[This adventure accompanied by the sound of whatever he just picked up crumbling right out of his hands. What the shit. He isn't moving away from his spot, but The Hand will do a sick as fuck fade in from nowhere and hover toward the other side of the room, looking at whatever John is scoping out.

Ah, and,] The Hand cuts bikes in half. Don't worry about it.

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