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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[He knows the gun is (maybe) harmless now, but he can't be completely at ease when the monkey has a gun in its hands...]
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[ Simon sits down and takes off his pointy purple shoes. ]
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[Not that Shinnosuke planned on spending any more time in the hotel than necessary, so really, Simon and his totally-not-deadly monkey are free to hog the room, but.]
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[ Making a mental note to get a shiny coin or something to give to Money later. The last thing anyone needs is a gun-crazy monkey, because really that little simian felon probably could figure out how to fire a gun. ]
Oh my gosh, I'm being so rude! If we're roommates, I should introduce myself! My name is Simon.
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... Shinnosuke. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I hate the idea of roommates, so don't worry, you can think of it as having the room to yourself.
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Hm? Where are you going to go?
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[aka he has no idea/may or may not end up crawling back to the room anyway, but gotta be a jerk and make it clear he wants nothing to do with anyone!! It's the principle of the matter.]
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[ The monkey grows bored and tosses the gun onto the floor before flopping onto the bed beside him. Simon pats it on the head and nudges the gun under the bed with his foot. ]
There! All safe now.
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Please don't worry about me. I hardly need it, and the notion is rather stifling.
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I'm sorry. I don't mean to be stifling. We're just... all in this together, you know?
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[Sorry, Simon. At least it's nothing personal!]
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[ Looks a little sad about it, though. ]
I just feel like, if whoever took us managed to kidnap everybody so easily, it might take a group effort to escape? M-maybe?
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Probably. But in a "group effort", we're also all liable to backstab and desert one another.
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[ The monkey whines at Simon, and Simon tucks it into bed. ]
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[... He still can't believe he's sharing his room with a monkey.]
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[ "Borrow," he says. ]
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I'm not talking about your friggin' monkey. I definitely don't trust him.
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If it's the other kind of money... that one I can't help you with.
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[Not that he... has much in the way of "stuff" here, but.]
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[ Yes! Responsible animal caretaker! ]
Though, ah... if you stuff is metallic, glittery, has gems on it... really anything that sparkles or shines, I would like to respectfully request you put it somewhere where he can't see it.
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M-molesting is... it's kind of a strong word...
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Should I be concerned about my personal space?
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[ Mumbles and fidgets. ]
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