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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and unless that's a really elaborate trap, he's pretty sure he's just going to have to deal with it.]
Oh, yeah. Uh... it's nice to meet you. [he's awkward. and uncomfortable. but he's trying!] You don't gotta be so formal or anything, though.
[says noctis, actual literal royalty. not that anyone would know it by looking at him unless they knew who he was.] I'm Noctis.
[how he's holding up is a different matter, but he seems to just kind of skirt around that for now.]
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[failed being informal step one. he's a grownup in her 14-year-old eyes all right
anyway, good effort dodging her question, but she's just gonna ask it again, warm and friendly-sounding rather than fiercely trying to push the point.]
How have you been doing since you got here? Everything about this is pretty weird...
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[he may technically be an adult, but his grand old age of 20 doesn't warrant it. royalty aside, but he's really not fussed about that part right now in the least.
in any case, he appreciates her dialing it back a bit, since it's a little easier for him to deal with that way. even with girls he's known since he was a kid, that energy can be a bit much for him to handle, so this is a lot more palatable.
he's not unwilling to talk, at least. he just doesn't really know how to convey his unease with the situation while keeping in check that he's gotta. like. you know, not let that panic show to strangers too much here.]
I'm alive and nobody's trying to kill me, so I'll take that as "okay," all things considered. Not exactly... thrilled with whatever we're getting caught up in, though.
[he quirks a brow, curious. she seems like she's doing pretty well to be able to engage so easily and check up on others.]
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[But she claps her hands together, beaming again, eyes determined.]
We all came here on that train together, though! So since we aren't alone, it could be worse, too.
[so she's doing fine apparently???]
Is there anything I can do to help so there are more reasons you're okay besides just, um, not...being almost killed...?
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[he couldn't dream of arguing that, especially as someone who has basically never had to deal with anything totally on his own in his entire life.
this is the first time he really doesn't have anyone that he can put his complete trust in nearby—and being somewhat pampered in that regard. he's not exactly sure what to do, or what anyone else can do.]
Not unless you've got a lot of answers. But I'm pretty sure those aren't going to come so easy right now.
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She perks right back up again, though.] If we aren't going to learn anything else until Sunday, though, we have to make sure we're okay until then, even if that just means taking care of little things!
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[but maybe that's because he's had a little bit of time to cool down and remind himself that getting into a tizzy isn't going to help anyone.]
If I find anything... I'll let you know, too.
[he's doing his best here!]