robowest | [ WEEK ONE

ARRIVAL

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

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[Even through her exhaustion, Yuna looks super delighted that her find wasn't a complete secret, especially with the add-on of horses being played with. The horses deserve friends!!! But she laughs a little at his question—or, tries to; it mostly just comes out as shaky breath even though she's still smiling wide.]

Yeah! I just—just need a minute... Haha— [WHEEEEZE] I got too excited and...and ran too fast... [This is a little much for just "ran too fast" but she's collecting herself well enough now that she isn't still running, slowly but surely.]

[Yeah, no. He's not buying that. That poor, sad attempt at a laugh just cinched it. Please love yourself, small pink girl. He's not that eager to put his first aid skills into practice.]

Then how about we find a place to sit down? Grab you a drink, while we're at it. We can keep talking once we're sure you're not going to wheeze your lungs out.

[Absolutely nothing is putting a damper on her delight so she's still grinning, but she nods, because sitting does seem like a good idea. The flowers will be there still after she takes a break; no need to power through when nothing needs her attention right now.]

Good idea! Haha... Thank you. [She and her armful of flowers will cheerfully, if a little slowly, follow him along.] I'll just need a minute...

[Assuming the saloon is close enough to where they are, that's where he leads her. It has chairs and free drinks? Perfect place, obviously.]

You don't have to thank me. It's just common decency.

[Shrugs. He makes sure to match her pace as he walks. Rushing ahead would kind of defeat the point, after all.]

What do you plan to do with all those flowers, anyway?

[And the moment Yuna is in range of a chair she inelegantly plops her butt right into it, jostling a few flowers in her arms fiercely enough to bump them onto the ground. She's much further from "definitely about to fall down and stay there in the dirt" territory now, though; she's still pretty sweaty and flushed but breathing's already coming to her much more easily.]

I'm gonna press them! Some of these I've never seen before, so I want them for my collection. And then I can make some bookmarks for my friends.

["some" more like a million, she has so many of these]

[While Yuna sits down, Jason will go ahead and grab two mugs. One for Yuna, and one for him — obviously. He'll, uh, discreetly pour something that is most definitely not age appropriate into his own mug while he responds.]

Oh, so you're the arts and crafts type? Nice. You should show me one of those bookmarks once you make them. If you want to, I mean.

[And once his mug is filled, he sets it aside and waves the empty mug at her.]

Water? Cider? There might be some other stuff in the kitchen, too, but I haven't checked.

[Jason "I will underage drink but not let anyone else underage drink" Todd.]

I like cider! [Thank goodness she hasn't noticed that he's getting himself grown-up drinks, gasp. She's idly kicking her feet under the chair and adjusting the flowers in her arms while she waits, trying to get them into her lap so she'll have a hand free to take her mug.

Her whole face lights up, somehow even more excited than she was before at his enthusiasm about her arts and crafts.]

And I'd love to show you my bookmarks! [ARTS AND CRAFTS!!! Flower-pressing is her favorite hobby so she's thrilled at the prospect of sharing it.] Do you have a favorite flower?

[Look. He's had a rough week? Let him drink his beer!!!]

Cider it is, then.

[And there he goes, filling her mug. Jason will slide it over the counter once he's done, gently enough that there's no risk of it going over the edge if she doesn't grab it in time. He's got you covered, Yuna.]

Nah. [Takes a sip from his drink, leaning against the counter and feeling like he's a cool barista. The dream of hipster teens everywhere.] Never really thought enough about flowers to have a favorite. But from the sound of it, I bet you have one. Am I right?

Edited (TOO MANY REALLYS ) 2017-01-15 08:05 (UTC)

[Miracle upon miracles, she just manages to catch the mug once it's in reach. Moving makes flowers tumble from her lap, but she'll pick them up later.]

Thank you! [And she chugs down like half the damn thing in one go. Ill-advised sprint earlier aside, she's been running around lost behind the town for like three hours...

Most importantly, though: flowers.] Really? What about a favorite color? [It's important!!! If she has to find him a favorite flower she'll do it .] But I like cherry blossoms! Because pink is my favorite color, and because they look so pretty falling from the trees and being scattered by the wind.

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

this pink has way more dignity by default which is impressive given that she's 14

yuna already proves herself to be the emotionally superior pink...........smh @ clover

the bar was set really, really low tbf

look........listen.................................................. this is absolutely true

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