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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This is his room.
Damn.]
... I suppose this is, in fact, the room we are to share, then.
[It's a bit late to salvage his first impression, he supposes, but he'll try....... stiffly, he straightens.]
Good day. My name is Zacharias Barnham.
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[Lust gives him an appraising look. It's hardly the first time she's shared a space with a man, but the circumstances were usually quite different. And this one...he doesn't look quite like any man from Amestris.]
[Ah well. At least he seems polite. And nervous. Is he some sort of puritanical? Some cultures don't even allow men and women to be alone in a public space together, let alone a private room. Perhaps he'd be entertaining.]
A pleasure, Mr. Barnham. I'm Lust.
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Maybe.
She's--]
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LUST........ he has to share a room with a woman which is already entirely inappropriate and her name is lust.]
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You've got this!!]
Miss...Lust, then.
[Nailed it.
He steps inside, and pauses to think.]
Ah. I hope you do not mind dogs.
[because yeah he's being followed by this fluffball.]
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[She simply watches him, one eyebrow slightly raised. It always sounds so odd, to hear any sort of title with her name.]
And no, I don't mind dogs. They aren't always fond of me, however.
[Something about her being dead tended to make them uneasy, but things are...different, here. Another oddity that Lust wants answers for. She isn't quite as dead as she normally is.]
Nothing to do but make the most of it, I suppose. Who knows how long we'll be together?
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Just Lust, huh....... Maybe he can just avoid using her name as often as possible. Constantine doesn't seem all too bothered by her, but he's not getting too close, either; it might just be that he's tired after all of this crazy kidnapping, and hasn't made any judgements on Lust herself yet.
A pause.]
As for that... No offense meant, but I certainly would prefer that that is not the case.
I do not have the time to waste away here, and I cannot imagine the same is not true of you.
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I've no desire to be caged in this place, but I'm hardly being kept from pressing matters.
[It's an inconvenient and frustrating situation, but what else would she be doing right now? Hiding somewhere from her master's hounds?]
[Speaking of...]
Does it have a name? Of course it does, humans can't have a thing without naming it.
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...His name is Constantine.
[This is...friendly?? They're trying to be friendly, at least, which he supposes is good.]
As for the rooming situation... if there is ought you would prefer I do for the sake of your modesty, you need only say so.
[Yeah he's old fashioned..but she's the lady here!]
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[As long as the animal doesn't bother her, Lust really doesn't mind its presence. She's certainly spent plenty of time with animals, simply not as pets.]
[She can't help but laugh some, at Barnham's attempts at politeness.]
I have no modesty, so you've no need to concern yourself for my sake. I'm no stranger to close quarters with men.
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[Barnham loves his dog.]
... I...see. [This situation gets even more alarming every day.] Then I will...continue to persist as normal.