It's a surprisingly quiet ride. The passenger cart is nothing more than wood and a bit of cotton to cushion the seats but for some reason, even as the train hurtles along down the track, the cart remains silent. It only starts filling with noise when the passengers begin to stir.
There isn't any indication on how you got here. No grogginess, no injuries -- in fact, those who arrive with injuries might find them healed up completely (of course there are others who won't be so lucky) -- but in one blink and the next, you are here, on this train. Maybe you're even sitting next to a friend. Maybe a stranger.
Won't be any time to talk either, the train suddenly slowing down with enough of a jerk to throw its passengers back into their seats. A few seconds later, it comes to a complete stop and with a whistle, the doors open and a voice calls from outside. It's male, with a slight mechanical twang behind it and anyone who looks out the window towards the station can just about spot the portly man out on the platform.
"You might as well come on out, folks. You won't be getting any answers on the train."
Once everyone is out on the platform, the man stands before them taking an assessing look at each person. There is something very off about him, though he looks human enough -- but his eyes are too white, his skin too dry, and his hair is doesn't shine quite right. He is dressed in a flannel shirt, suspenders, and jeans, a cowboy hat atop his head and a badge pinned to his shirt that reads "Sheriff". After a moment, he gives a gruff nod and speaks again.
"Howdy. Real happy to see all of you. Explanations will come... Sunday morning, yeah. Give y'all a bit of time to meet each other. Settle in. Keys are on the table over there, hat and pistol in your room. Don't, er... Don't shoot each other right away but if you do, my office is over there. Go get some dinner, sun's about to set. Wouldn't want any coyote trouble."
And that seems to be... it. The Sheriff tips his hat and turns to head to the building with the large "Sheriff" sign on the front. There is a table nearby, keys neatly laid out for everyone with nametags attached to each one. An owl hoots in the distance and a breeze passes through the group. It's quiet again.
Welcome to game start! Characters will find their items in their hotel rooms and anyone who goes to visit the Sheriff after he leaves will find the station empty. On top of that, rulebooks will not be available to find until later. The Sheriff might be forcing it a little but it seems like the intent here really is to get everyone to interact with each other. If there are any questions, PM or hit up the plurk at ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico) robowest! |
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saturday.
wildcard.
( WHATEVER LET'S GO. )
saturday!
Found anything interesting so far?
[It's Sei, dressed like a man in the same clothing she arrived in the day before, because even if it's a little dusty she prefers it for its familiarity. She smiles and tries to make herself look as unthreatening as possible.]
I don't think there's anything waiting to jump out at us from behind those doors, but we can look around together if you want. Safety in numbers, right?
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This whole town is interesting, but not the kind of interesting I'm looking for. [ Specifically, she was peeking around for signs of magic. This has to be some form of reality marble, or at least something very similar. ] Are you volunteering to go in first?
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[And better her than someone who she's assuming is a civilian. Sei trusts her instincts and her reflexes, so she'll step around Rin to push the door open the rest of the way and brazenly walk right inside. Brave? Yes. Foolhardy? Most likely, but she's not dead yet, so that's a good thing.]
...the coast seems clear to me!
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Not that she can even feel anything, not like she's supposed to. There had been so much energy before she lost conscious, she's certain that she'd still be feeling it from Fuyuki for weeks. But it's gone, and so is her own.
With a thoughtful hum, she's stepping inside after her. ]
You're the carefree type of guy, is that right?
[ She's begun looking around... it seems like a clothing shop. ]
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[Sei rubs at the back of her head, smiling sheepishly.]
We have enough things to worry about without worrying about what's behind every single door, right?
[And behind this door is... clothes, apparently. She eyes some of the offerings curiously, running a hand over the fabric. Denim just feels weird to her.]
...what is all this stuff...?
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Terrible fashion.
[ ...but something just came to mind. ]
Do you think that man will get angry if we, um... borrow some of it? We were brought here without any explanations, after all!
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saturday.
Oh my, do we have a wannabe shoplifter here?
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[ Then she's scoffing, standing up straight and looking back at him. ]
It's window shopping, in this case.
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[Shinnosuke is in absolutely no position to say that, but ehhhh.]
Instead, you've given the boring answer.
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If my options are just boring and degenerate, I'd gladly take the former.
[ Well, not gladly. But man, she really is considering taking some stuff anyway. Eventually. Thanks for the idea. ]
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[No problem, he's always glad to encourage teenage corruption.]
Anyway, I took some stuff yesterday, so shoplifting or looting or whatever you want to call it shouldn't be a problem—or at least it won't have that Sheriff guy coming down on your head.
... Though we might be better off right now if it would.
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[ Well, she's not entirely too worried about it, so her voice is kind of dry. ]
...so that means we have no choice but to be on his schedule.
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arrival.
He was starting to think he was the one entirely out of place with his armor, knightly and old, but then there's Rin and she's got a bloody shirt.
So it could be worse.]
... I suppose you are not mortally wounded, judging by your countenance.
[STILL.... U OK, RIN...]
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I'm fine. I'm not sure how, so that guy better explain himself soon.
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Then that blood is yours?
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[ It's a weird puzzle. At least the cut in her shirt matches where a stab wound would be. ]
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[So she was dying, or something similar, and now she's fine.
But she was absolutely injured at one point.
(witchcraft)]
Though I suppose we should merely be grateful for now that you are not bleeding to death. The other answers we shall find for ourselves in time.
[maybe]
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I'm not being grateful until I find out how they did it! The thought of that creepy old man poking around my unconscious body is disgusting!
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arrival
I think that's downplaying it just a bit.
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[ Now she's kind of shouting it while kicking at a rock, that bounces off of the train track. ]
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Has this ever happened to you before?
[ Because it sure hasn't to him, and he's seen some weird Shit™. ]
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[ It's the truth, but... she has heard of something like this, at least. It has to be a reality marble. ]
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Where were you before you were on the train, then?
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[ It's the best answer she can give without explaining. ]
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