
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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[Ocelot just might be the happiest person here.]
[He's the guy already geared up like a cowboy, looking almost like part of the attraction. Duster coat, boots with spurs, bandolier, gun holsters. He even carries himself with the kind of swagger you'd see in a spaghetti western movie character more than in real life, his spurs jingling with every step. The only thing breaking the old-west inspired getup might be the expensive sunglasses atop his head.]
[Lingering outside the train station, he runs a gloved hand along the back of a bench, more out of awe than suspicion, and gives a low whistle.]
Just like in the movies.
SATURDAY
No-- DD! DD, stop! Come back here!
[There's that yelling coming from the hotel lobby. A second later, a full-grown wolf wearing an eye-patch headbutts the doors open and comes charging outside, forgetting his training and ignoring Ocelot's call for the moment because something out in the road needs to be sniffed up close! Maybe a dog, maybe a person. Ocelot comes out the doors a moment after, waving at whoever DD just bothered.]
Sorry about that. He usually listens. DD, down!
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Y-you keep a wolf as a pet..?!
[THIS PLACE IS SO WEIRD. She's used to figurative wolves, not literal ones.]
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This is DD... or, D-Dog. He's more of a partner than a pet.
[DD seems to just want to sniff her feet.]
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But at least DD isn't behaving terribly. He's got a strange amount of interest in her feet and Sei fidgets in response to his sniffing, but she seems to know better than to try and run off.]
Does he... always get this up close and personal with people he's just met...?
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Saturday
G-g-good doggie!
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A Japanese macaque, huh. Those are monkeys famous for their affinity for hot springs. Pretty cute, too.
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[Simon makes no move whatsoever to reign in the excited monkey, as all of his attention is still focused on DD.]
That's a really big dog you have there, mister. Heβ he doesn't bite, does he?
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Saturday
There's no problem, mister. I have suffered no harm.
[Some curiosity slips into his voice, but he doesn't ask any questions]
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[Really, DD just wants to sniff, nosing around his feet. So many strange places these people have walked.]
Name's Ocelot. And you are..?
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[DD, you're adorable. Tarvek can't resist it anymore and starts asking questions]
He almost looks like a completely normal wolf! What skills does he have?
[Man, he hasn't realized he's far, far away from his world. He's thinking it's some kind of construct, because wolves don't tend to just let themselves be pets, as far as he knows]
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arrival
[come on, did ocelot really expect any other response when he's dressed like that?
he really does look like something out of a movie that takes place in the old desert, or some kind of video game in that style. it's easy to be captain obvious right now.]
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[What is Final Fantasy fashion???]
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[a mystery to us all, but at least he's free of excess belts and zippers.]
This is... pretty normal, for me. [though he kind of stands out wearing all black back home, too.]
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saturday
Ahahaha, there are lots of dogs here.
[ He looks back at Ocelot when he call for DD to back down. He almost want to pet him now, what a nice wolf. ]
This one's very rambunctious though, I don't know what he wants. But I'm fine, don't worry.
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You need a hand down there?
[Offers his own hand to pull this guy up.]
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[ He'll appreciate the helping hand very much! He dusts his clothes and nods his head in gratitude. ]
That seems to be common... How about you?
[ Ocelot kinda fits in with the setting, doesn't he? At least, he's more concerned about DD, but that's fair. He's a good dog. ]
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arrival
Does that make us the actors?
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[He has to smile at the sight of her. Now there's style he can appreciate.]
That's interesting gear you've got.
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[ She raises her eyebrows at some of the more interesting sorts around. ]
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I've just been figuring her clothes look pretty combat-gear-ish?
YEAH FAIR I just wanted to note my inconsitency for posterity
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For that, she needs solidarity. At this point in her life, a head of silver hair tends to be the most likely place to find it.]
Going on appearances you seem to be more suited to the part.
But who am I to assume?
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Looks like assuming's all we can do at the moment. I'm just as fresh off the train here as you.
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[She puts her hands on her hips and pauses to take a gander at the train in question.]
It's not the awakening I would have anticipated, myself.
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surprise (in the room!)
A dog?
Is that a dog??? The first thing Russell sees when he opens the door and peeks in... No, wait. It's too big to be a dog. ]
Uhm...
[ Russell still hasn't even stepped into the room yet, he's just hiding behind the door now? This can't be his roommate, right. It has to belong to someone. He doesn't even know if this animal is friendly -- he loves animals but dealing with them has never been his forte, sadly. ]
Is anyone else in here?
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Hey there. This your room here? Looks like we're headed to the same--
["WOOF!" Suddenly the dog shoves the door open wider, regardless of the person behind it, enough to wriggle out and launch himself into Ocelot, knocking him to the floor.]
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To be fair, Russell didn't expect someone to actually answer- so he immediately whips himself around a bit startled at the sudden voice! ]
Yeah-- It seems like--
[ Then sudden "DOG". Russell is definitely getting out of the way, oh my god. It seems friendly though. The man seems ... Okay, too? Maybe? Russell definitely looks very unsure. ]
Is that your's? He seems to like you... I guess we share this room.
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