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! |
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sheriffexe) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
no subject
[A sigh, pushing a hand roughly through her hair. This is ridiculous. Xion's comparative calm take on this doesn't escape her, either, but she'll be more curious about why that is when she's less stressed.]
What about you?
no subject
[ Xion seems somewhat thrown by Natalie's demeanor, but she's trying to keep up. Being addressed in that way at all - that is, asked her opinion - seems to surprise her more than anything. ]
Um... whatever is going on, I just want to leave. [ She frowns a little, more sad than annoyed. ] It's ... it's really important for me to be ... somewhere else, right now.
no subject
[The way Xion speaks, though, does make her feel some sympathy.]
What's the last thing you remember?
no subject
These are very clear hallmarks of discomfort and also the fact that she's probably about to lie. She's not very good at this "hiding her tells" thing. ]
... I was ... meeting someone.
[ It's ... kind of the truth. ]
They... they really needed to see me, and ... not I can't. [ Xion deflates a little, then frowns up at the other girl, apparently feeling bad. ]
S-Sorry. I'm sure you must be worried, too.
no subject
[Convincing! And then she moves on.]
Whatever's happening will probably not be absolutely horrible?
[She is way too cynical to be giving anyone an optimistic pep talk, but even she can't be awful to a kid.]
no subject
For whatever reason, that makes her laugh. There's a small delay in which she stares, but then she just ... starts to laugh, quiet and helpless. ]
Hehe, that's terrible! That's not optimistic at all...
[ Another giggle or two, and then she really smiles, seeming to feel a bit better after that. ]
Well, at least we'll have each other to rely on, right?
no subject
Uh, no. Bad move, don't pass go, don't collect 200 dollars.
[A reference she will absolutely understand.]
If you're looking for someone to rely on, you should probably talk to someone else.
no subject
[ what are dollars
Xion looks ... surprised, and just kind of frowns a little in confusion. ]
But I meant all of us. All of us will need to rely on each other... won't we?
no subject
What happens when you rely on someone and it turns out they're one of the idiots who's going to take the Sheriff up on the murder offer?
no subject
Then, haltingly: ]
I think that ... good people can do bad things. Sometimes even if they don't really want to. Shouldn't we ... still try to get along?
no subject
[Censoring herself is a Struggle.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[They're weaker, less able to fight back, she thinks.]