
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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[ papika's reaction to waking up on a strange train with zero recollection as to how she got there is... well, excitement. because trains are exciting, and she immediately starts running around to stick her head into things and check out this super cool train?? so it takes a while to get her off the thing. i'm sorry.
once she is off though, the look of utter joy switches to one of confusion. ]
Hey... where's Cocona?
[ and thus, papika proceeds to more or less ignore everything the sheriff tells them as she starts to search around for whoever the hell cocona is. so you may spot her looking around the sheriff's office, looking under rocks, etc. she has priorities. ]
b. saturday morning
[ if you step outside the hotel, you might want to be careful because papika is there! right outside the front entrance, just laying on her back and staring up at the sky with the look of someone who got all her candy stolen from her.
if you lean in you will hear her mumbling something? it sounds like "cocona" because she has a one tracked mind. then again, it could also be "potato"? she's definitely mumbling both. ]
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[ want to run into her anywhere else?? hmu i'm good with w/e ]
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So Yuna crouches down nearby her, head tilted.]
Excuse me? Are you looking for something? [what could she be looking for that'd be under a rock...] Can I help you look?
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[ she sets the rock down. well, more like tosses it behind her shoulder, but either way the rock does indeed go down. ]
Have you seen her?
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She has blue hair, but sometimes it's pink! And she should be wearing the same clothes as me [ a school uniform ] although she might also not be?
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Coco... na. Coconuts?
[ Not quite, buddy. But he assumes if she's saying that and 'potato'... ]
Are you hungry?
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Is there food?
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[ That's not good. Daydreaming is nice, but so is nourishment! ]
I was going to get some, but then I tripped.
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[ ........ papika it's your fault that he tripped? ]
We should go eat.
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b!
[Guess who almost stepped on Papika? If your guess was this guy, then you're absolutely correct! He's taking a step back almost as soon as he notices her, careful not to end up tripping and falling on her anyway. Yikes. Once he's sure that's not going to happen, he tentatively pipes up with:]
Any reason you're laying there?
[... He might as well ask.]
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I lost Cocona again... She wasn't on the train, and she's not in the office, or anywhere else. And I can't smell her!
[ papika, jason has no idea who that is ]
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He's just. Going to ignore that part. Go back to her distress like the good Boy Scout he tries to be.]
Sorry. [Is he?] Is Cocona your... friend?
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[ she spent almost her entire life searching for this particular person, so ending up here without her is more troubling than actually ending up here in general. ]
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Maybe.
Concern is hard, but at least he wants to make sure she doesn't hurt herself poking around these oldass buildings.]
What, precisely, are you searching for, young lady?
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[ she pouts, because this is obviously the most distressing part of this whole situation and not the whole... waking up on a weird train and ending up in some old west town and also being given guns?? obviously. ]
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He knows a "headache person" when he sees one, after the people he knows from home, but.... curse his sense of duty, he can't just ditch now.]
I see. I require a better description for her beyond "really cute", however.
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b.
he's seriously about to just step on her when umbra barks, alerting noct to the fact that he's about to crush someone's chest with his boots.]
What is—
["-it, umbra?" he starts to ask but noctis stops, looking down and just:]
Uh. You... alright, down there?
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Puppy!
[ she sits up, pointing at umbra and completely ignoring noctis' question. ] Who is he?
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[he kind of just mutters that under his breath, a bit exasperated. it does, at least, answer his question.
but once umbra's detected that papika isn't some kind of immediate threat, he'll just sit at noct's feet. he's friendly enough if she wants to pet him, though he doesn't appear to be overly enthusiastic, either.]
This is Umbra. [since that's apparently what's important here.]
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saturday
[she's hearing "potato" more than "cocona" so she addresses that word first]
Are you hungry?
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Feed me...
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[and she holds out]
[a can of soup]
[:D?]
Will this do? It isn't a potato, but it's edible.
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He regards this girl searching around the rocks near the sheriff office and shakes his head. Then he proceeds to wag a finger at her as if shaking his head wasn't enough.]
You won't find the sheriff there, girl.
[Yeah no he doesn't know that she's looking for someone else.]
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The sheriff?
[ she barely paid any attention to the guy, but now that he mentions him... ]
Do you think he'd know where Cocona is?
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[YEAH NO this guy wouldn't know where Cocona is, either.]
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