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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I'm not sure what it is about this aesthetic direction they've chosen that makes you think they would have a computer, but either way. You do realize I'm just as clueless about what the hell is going on as you are, right?
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Oh, I realize that. Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't trust them, or you. [ his expression becomes a bit more aloof. ] What's been done to me wasn't an accident.
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[She crosses her arms, giving him her best Teenage Attitude.]
Of course, given your cheerful and kind personality, I am extremely eager to help you out. Also, what do you mean, what's been done to you?
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I should have been destroyed. That means someone decided to preserve my data and copy it into this mechanical vessel. [ obviously, she probably won't know what he's talking about, so he continues. ] I'm supposed to be dead.
[ he sounds mildly unhappy about the fact that he isn't. ]
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Your... data. Mechanical vessel. Right. [A pause.] Is there a reason you sound disappointed about that?
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[ his voice is dry. there's more to it than that, but he's not spilling his guts to a human girl - he can hardly understand them himself. ]
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[Gotta get the sass out of the way before the analysis happens. Brilliant analysis, such as:]
So... You're a robot.
[Slow nod to herself. This is some ridiculous hallucination, she's calling it now.
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At the moment, yes. [ he doesn't think of himself that way, but he supposes that's what he is, for now. ] I've been installed in this body against my will. The reality of what I am isn't so crude. It's not something a human could understand.
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It's not something a human could understand. Yes, foolish mortals, et cetera et cetera. Try me.
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You misunderstand me. I can tell you what I am. I'm a program. It's that you wouldn't be able to comprehend the nature of that existence. So maybe you should just stick with "robot" and be satisfied.
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[A phrase he will definitely understand??]
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If you want a chance at surviving this, you should be a little more respectful.
[ he doesn't even know this is a murdertown yet. he's just already planning on leveling the village out of spite ]
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Wow. Threats. So mature.