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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There was a lack of certainty to your tone.
[Come on, you can do it!!]
Your idea was correct, but if there is no confidence behind said intent, there is no reason anyone should listen to you.
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[pppause]
Or I should get better at yelling.
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[There there, Yuna.]
Well, hopefully it shall not be necessary in the future.
[If they don't have more drama bombs dropped on them. (Ha)]
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She puffs out her chest, and says, far more dramatically firm than is at all necessary:] There's nothing to panic about!
...Like that?
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His lips twitch, despite himself.]
... I do not believe you have a future in being a player.
[Still.]
Even so, that was an improvement.
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I hope there's no next time, but I guess it's up to someone else if there is...
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This is a matter that requires practice--your attitude is the first step towards success in this case.
[STAY STRONG, YUNA.]
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[SHE'S GONNA TRY HER BEST she keeps hecking it up but it seems like he has faith in her at least?!?!]
Oh, is it okay if I introduce myself? [That was a rhetorical question, because it's immediately followed by a bow, and a very practiced:] I'm Yuna Yuki, second year student at Sanshu middle school. It's really nice to meet you!
[less good at yelling, better at manners]
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Good day. My name is Zacharias Barnham, Inquisitor.
[He doesn't bow, but he does nod to her, briefly.]
The pleasure is mine as well, I assure you.
[A student, though...]
I do hope you attend well to your studies.
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[oh no]
I...always try my best...?
[she's not smart.]
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Great effort and work can also be worthwhile. Do not undermine your own efforts with such uncertainty.