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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robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
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... For worse, she got someone like Shinnosuke.]
Oh myyyy—language!
[And just because she said not to, he reaches over to pinch her.]
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Don't even pretend you didn't hear me cancel that request. I will totally punch you.
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[A pause.]
Actually, I don't know what I'm here for since he decided not to tell us jack shit, but if anyone brought me here for friendship purposes, they have the worst judgment on the planet.
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[He shrugs.]
But who knows? Maybe people'll find your foul mouth charming.
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[She rubs at her face, sighing. She's so put upon, clearly.]
I don't really care whether they do or not.
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[Sorry, Natalie.]
Ohhh, careful. It's when you decide that that you suddenly become popular against your will.
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[She can deal with not giving a shit about anyone, though, so she gives him a shrug.]
I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen. Foul mouth, remember?
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You never know. People have strange tastes, you know? Besides, I'm sure there's at least one goody-two-shoes in this place who won't be put off.
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[It's said with a sarcastic edge, but something about talking like this feels comfortable and familiar. Being facetious is what she's used to.]
I'm not sure one person refusing to give up the idea that we're friends counts as popularity, but sure.
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[He simply smiles, shrugging again.]
Be careful not to jinx yourself.
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[It's said derisively, with a roll of her eyes.]
Jinxing isn't a thing.
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Though I suppose it's now my turn to say I was joking, so chill.
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[She says this, knowing full well that she started it.]
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[She shrugs.]
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I'm sorry, can you forgive me for implying that you weren't spontaneously witty trash?
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[The most deadpan there ever was.]
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