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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Inactivity does not sit well with me.
[Let him do...things...]
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[ PLEASE DON'T BE ARMY STRONG LIKE NEITHARDT. ]
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But this is just how he talks]
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[No.]
Regardless, we are wasting time here.
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Then let's get to work. The sooner we learn what we can, the better.
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Very well then.
[He inclines his head towards the row of buildings.]
I suppose we may as well start this way.
[While they do, though:]
Have you ever seen a town like this?
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... I mean, it's got personality? I know a few towns like that, but ones this empty are usually ransacked.
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[In both isolation and build, really.]
As though it has been emptied for a purpose.
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[ Seems legit. ]
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And, if the situation were to grow dangerous, to have no one else in the potential crossfire.
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[ ... Ha. Well, she's seen that mindset before, considering what she'd used to be before becoming a bracer, but it's still not a pleasant thought.
But she's just going to stop at one of the boarded-up stores to tug curiously at a plank. ]
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That much was clear from the beginning, I believe. Why it is us, of all people, I do not know, but it may very well not matter.
What truly matters is that regardless, we are here for their purpose, and none other.
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So let's try and work out a connection, in the meantime. Who are you, what do you do, all the fun stuff.
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HMM.]
...Zacharias Barnham. Inquisitor.
[You're welcome]
And yourself?
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[ Until like, the next day. ]
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An instructor?
[He...wasn't expecting that.]
What is it you teach?
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... Inquire about?
[ Well, it's a valid question. ]
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I am an officer of the law. As Inquisitor, it is my role to find and prosecute the guilty.
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... Not a whole lot we have in common, then... except maybe helping out institutions?
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[He shakes his head simply.]
With the puzzling age range here, I did not imagine there would be much in common between us all. Which is...somewhat concerning.
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[ And that's never good. ]
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We are here to fill numbers, and little more.
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[...]
That does not leave a great many options to contemplate.
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[ It's too early to be discouraged. ]