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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Oh, this is just a heal staff. [ which she will drop casually to the ground, out of the way, before approaching mrs. o'leary. dogs are more important than being in danger, ok. she holds out a tentative hand for the doggo to sniff and clearly smell how undangerous she is. ] Hi there, Mrs. O'Leary. What a cutie you are! I'm just a cleric, I can't attack anybody!
[ being ready to hit people in self-defense is not the same, clearly, since that's not it's intended purpose. ]
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Mrs. O'Leary seems to be having a great time since she's a very friendly hellhound and she's content to sniff at Lissa's hand and wag her tail as a sign of approval. She bumps her head into Lissa's hand for pets and Percy watches carefully.]
What's a cleric? [May as well ask.]
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lissa lets out a girlish aww when mrs. o'leary bumps her hand, and goes right in for petting. and ear scritches. all the important stuff. she clearly knows how to pet a dog, because dogs are clearly a real thing in fire emblem that we never see. just like however people become clerics is also a thing, but also never really explained. ]
What do you mean, what's a cleric? You've never met one before? They're like priests, but girls. We heal people when they get injured, like in battle, with a staff.
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I don't think we have those. We just call them healers. [Or "the Apollo cabin", more accurately, but he doesn't say so.] Does...battle happen a lot where you're from?
[First of all she looks way too cheerful for constantly having to save injured people but secondly she's pretty young, too. Not that age means much because of people like himself and Annabeth but it's something to think about.]