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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[Definitely not wearing pants. Or, at least, the type of pants a young teenager should be wearing. He'll say they're shorts if asked, but... Well. They ain't.

He's inspecting one of the trunks when he hears her knock on the bedpost, which in turn causes him to almost slam his head into the open lid out of surprise. He recovers quickly enough, turning around to face her, but someone sure is jittery today. Must be the whole kidnapping thing.]

Whoa— Hey there. [Standing up. Glancing at the other bed. Uh.] You must be my... roomie?

[... UNSURE.

Unfortunately for her, he has no idea what is going on, either. Sorry.]

[ ...

Oh.

She hadn't meant to cause that, although she's far from the type to wince empathetically. Rather, Chane's look of appraisal is cool, almost a bit too composed, and she nods at his question. ]

[He watches her nod.

Waits for a verbal response.

Doesn't... hear it. So he scratches the back of his neck.]

... Not the chatty type, huh? [He's going to be so, so sorry in a second. But for now, he continues with:] You holding up okay?

[ She has a roof over her head and this hotel seems quite capable of providing three square meals, so as far as Chane's concerned, it could be a lot worse. Admittedly, she's not thrilled about Claire rooming on the floor below, but they can sort that out later.

... not that she can really express any of this. Chane nods, and then gestures to Jason and then the bed he's standing closest to.

What she's trying to do is ask if that's where he wants to sleep.

How he interprets it (and her) is anyone's guess. ]

[She might be trying to ask him if that's where he wants to sleep, but that isn't quite what Jason is interpreting. Rather, he thinks for all of two seconds that she's telling him to go to bed? Which is stupid. That is a stupid interpretation. His brain is stupid.

But her lack of verbal response so far is helping him realize something else.]

Okay. Stupid question time. [Really stupid question.] Can you talk? With your mouth. Not... sign language. Which, y'know, you can totally use if you know. It's cool.

[Stop talking, Jason.]

[ Learning sign language might have been wise - although manipulative, as she's not part of the Deaf community - but Chane had never bothered. A psychic link with her father had been all she had needed for the first twenty years of her life, after all! Still, she gets by.

Speaking of getting by... At his question, she shakes her head, no. ]

Oh.

[A beat.]

Uh— Sorry, dude. [For what?? Don't be awkward, child.] Want me to find you something to write with? It'll be easier than trying play charades.

[ Even now, part of her wants to balk at accepting help, but she's gotten better at subduing that urge. This bare-legged young man hasn't done anything except be nice to her, after all! Chane gives a single nod, more warm than prim, and starts to look around herself as well. ]

Knock on the wall or throw stuff at me if you find something first, alright? [Is this rude? Probably.

But look around they will. There aren't a lot of places to look for in this room, though, so... Let's just assume there's a convenient notepad with a pen somewhere around here. Usual hotel courtesy, or whatever.

Otherwise, they might have to take a trip to the store.]

[ After a few minutes of searching, all she's able to uncover is an aged bible in the bedside table drawer. This hotel is definitely not of the quality Huey would have assured for her, once.

Trying to get his attention again, she shakes her head. ]

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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