[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

[sheriffexe]

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 robowest!

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Comments

[robitussin]

a. arrival.

What? No. No, come on, fuck you! That's literally all you're going to say, you weird looking sack of shit?

[Immediately after that "introduction", there's one girl in the crowd who's clearly taking the entire experience up to this point very well. She meant those words to sound blunt and forceful, but they come out more shrill and panicked. She drags her hands down her face, making a groaning noise as she does.]

This isn't happening, holy shit. This is unreal. Hey, you! [She turns to whoever happens to be closest to her in the crowd.] Pinch me. Wait, no, fuck that, I don't know you. Don't touch me.

[Pictured: an expert.]

b. saturday afternoon.

[Eventually, she runs out of the energy it takes her to panic. Of course, she's still extremely stressed and tense, and it's not hard to see that in her body language. Arms crossed, fingers squeezing in so hard that there are little white marks in her arms from her nails. She can be found wandering around the rest of the town today, but pacing might be a more accurate term.

She looks fairly unimpressed by the decor and feel of the place, and if she notices anyone nearby, she'll gesture to it. Nothing in particular - more like the entire layout of the town.]

Bullshit, right?

c. wildcard.

[Come at me!]

b

[hydrokinetics]

Sounds about right. [The answer comes from her left where Percy and his hellhound dog appear to be taking a walk. Natalie probably has further reason to be unimpressed seeing how he's still in his ripped up t-shirt and jeans, but seeing how his hands are in his pocket he's not exactly a threat.] I have no idea why we have to wait 'til tomorrow to get a better explanation.

[robitussin]

My first guess is that it's because that guy is a huge piece of—

[She pauses when she turns to look at him and sees both the state of his clothing and his dog. She glances between the two of them before settling on looking towards Percy. She has several questions already.]

Let me guess, I should see the other guy?

a.

[insincerely]

[Well, for better or for worse, Natalie got someone her age (the school uniform, at least, makes it rather clear what age group he's in).

... For worse, she got someone like Shinnosuke.]

Oh myyyy—language!

[And just because she said not to, he reaches over to pinch her.]

[robitussin]

[Luckily enough, she's had plenty of experience in dealing with strange people. She slaps at one of his hands as he reaches over and pinches her, taking a step back with a frown.]

Don't even pretend you didn't hear me cancel that request. I will totally punch you.

Saturday afternoon

[dubiousalignment]

[Tarvek agrees with the sentiment, although his choice of word wouldn't be 'bullshit']

It's certainly a very old-fashioned place, and quite lacking in technology, too. It almost feels like we went back in time.

[Not an impossibility, but it's very unlikely]

[robitussin]

That is probably the nicest possible description I could give this place.

[Predictably, hers would definitely include a lot more profanity.]

Yeah, except the last time I checked time travel isn't a thing that exists outside of science fiction, so that's out.

a

[cherrypuncher]

[Yuna's definitely like halfway through reaching over to pinch Natalie, no questions asked, when she takes it back, and Yuna throws her hands up in front of her.]

O-oh, okay! [pinching seemed like a good idea though??? but no touching, understood] Uh, but—but I think it is happening? [just, like, clarifying]

[robitussin]

Pretty sure it's not! This seems like prime fever dream material to me.

[Shhh, let her live in denial just for today.]

I mean, I think I would remember, like, anything about how I got here, and why here is some ridiculous cowboy ripoff.

a!

[coudre]

Too late!

[ she's totally pinching her anyway, right on the cheeks. hard. ]

Looks like it's real, huh? Bummer!

[robitussin]

Ow, ow, fuck you!

[She pushes her away as soon as that pinching gets hard, glaring.]

Screw off, I know you heard that second part.

b!

[impulsiveness]

Right.

["Bullshit", indeed. Jason's feeling better than he did yesterday, and that has allowed him to properly appreciate this place. Whatever this place is, anyway.]

It's like some washed-up set designer with a cowboy fetish puked on this place.

[robitussin]

Just standing in it makes me think we're about to die of dysentery or some other Oregon Trail shit.

[A sigh, tilting her head up dramatically while she mutters a low "ugh."]

Not to mention all the dust.

a

[thatsthespirit]

[Milla is just returning from angrily searching the (now empty) Sheriff's office when she overhears Natalie's obvious panic. being someone who is very bad at comforting others, her response is, obviously, not very reassuring]

Calm down. Take a few deep breaths. Panicking isn't going to help anyone.

[robitussin]

Wow, yes, just magically stop panicking after being abducted into some wild west bullshit, that is absolutely great and practical advice. Thank you.

[Part of her at least appreciates that an effort is being made, but all the fear and frustration she's feeling has to go somewhere. Milla, unfortunately, makes for a convenient target.]

b

[uraniumnumnum]

[ he's as salty as he's ever been in his life at this moment - the panic and lashing out from his arrival have boiled down into a simmering anger and hatred directed at both the situation and pretty much everything around him, including the people. He's managing to keep a lid on it for the moment, if only because he currently lacks the ability to annihilate everyone and be done with it. (This body is useless.)

He's spending his time lurking about and looking for an answer, or a terminal he can jump into. Anything. He's finding nothing. It's driving him up the wall. Normally, he wouldn't bother responding to the stupid comment of yet another foolish human - but it corresponds so perfectly with his current thoughts that he can't help but snort. ]

The first thing I've heard any of you say that I can agree with.

[robitussin]

I'm surprised that's the first thing. You weren't behind all the people screaming at that asshole after we first got here?

[She, for one, fully endorses everyone who expressed in no uncertain terms that they were less than pleased with the introduction the Sheriff gave. She might not really know who he is, but she wants to give him hell regardless.]

b

[elemancy]

You got that right.

[she's definitely not the only one here that's left panic mode but can't drain the tension completely.

it doesn't even matter what she's talking about specifically. it's all bullshit, the whole thing.]

Not even sure what the hell we're supposed to be doing here but waiting around.

[robitussin]

From what I can remember, presumably not shooting each other? Which I'm really hoping everyone follows through on.

[Even if the fact that they were all given pistols in the first place doesn't really sit right with her.]

Whatever it is, it better be fast. I didn't really fir any time for bullshit wild west shenanigans into my schedule.

saturday

[expelliarmed]

[ Harry's between bouts of attempts at magic when he passes by the unfamiliar girl - though he knows he saw her on the train with him. Her address catches him somewhat off-guard, wand held limply in his hand. Even if it's proving useless, he won't just put it away. ]

Oh - yeah. [ In spite of himself, his lips twitch. YOU DON'T GET AWAY WITH LANGUAGE LIKE THAT AT WIZARD SCHOOL. ] Someone's idea of a laugh, I bet.

[ okay that's. seriously downplaying it, but he doesn't necessarily want to let on how positively anxious he is. ]

[robitussin]

[She glances down at the wand in his hand but doesn't comment on it yet; what he's saying strikes her as more interesting, somehow.]

You think someone went to the trouble of putting all this together for a practical joke? I don't even know any of these people. Who would know all of us well enough to get us here?

b

[ceded]

Huh?

[ What... what does that mean. "Bullshit." She's never heard the word before.

The tone is pretty clear, though. After a moment of confused staring, Xion clues in to how she's supposed to react and frowns. ]

Um... I guess so. I'm just so ... confused. It's so empty in this place, but it... seems like it was made for us, almost. But how can that be right?

[ For someone concerned, she otherwise seems awfully unfazed by ... all of this. ]

[robitussin]

Someone has a really fucking sick idea of a joke is my best guess, but I have no clue.

[A sigh, pushing a hand roughly through her hair. This is ridiculous. Xion's comparative calm take on this doesn't escape her, either, but she'll be more curious about why that is when she's less stressed.]

What about you?

b

[stentorian]

I would have used a less vulgar term, but I have to agree.

[He nods sagely, arms folded across his chest.]

[robitussin]

Nah, it wouldn't adequately describe my precise feelings on everything if it wasn't vulgar. It had to be this way.

[A nod of her own.]