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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Will was just entering the station to see, again, just what was keeping him here when he spots Ash. He's not really planning to interact with the guy at all (Will's default notion is to only speak when spoken too because honestly, he'd rather not speak at all) but then -- then there's that. Right, okay.
If there's one thing to convince Will that this isn't a full fledged hallucination, it's that he's pretty sure his brain would never come up with Ash. ]
... Should I even bother asking why you ate that cigarette?
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Should you? Stupid questions will get stupid answers. [ that's a pretty legit question tho. Ash still seems distracted by the dog. ] Is that animal yours?
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Stupid actions beget stupid questions, but I'm sure we could keep going from there. So, let's not.
[ Then he looks down at Winston, who is sitting there and sniffing at Will's pants happily before his tongue lolls. Back to Ash a moment later. ]
Yes. He's a dog. I'd appreciate if you didn't interact with him.
[ Will, what the hell. ]
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he seems unfazed by the sardonic response. It's mildly annoying, but that's how humans are. Arrogant. (he's a huge hypocrite.) ]
What a nasty reply. Well, I suppose I shouldn't expect much. Just what are you afraid of?
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But again, Will doesn't look bothered at all?? Come on, Will, stop being so indifferent. Instead, his eyebrows raise and he just lifts a hand to scratch at his beard, sighing. ]
Yeah, I'm a nasty guy. [ That makes him grin a little for a moment before moving on. ] Not afraid though. I just don't like you. So, don't talk to my dog.
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You don't like me. Ha... Haha! That's rich. Do you actually know who I am? That would be a refreshing change.
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Nope.
[ And then just... turns to leave, yeah. He just fucking turns to leave because he doesn't care and he's an asshole. Winston looks between Will and Ash before also turning to follow Will. Good lord. ]