robowest | [ WEEK ONE

ARRIVAL

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

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[At least he doesn't jump or anything, but he does look over his shoulder at Sei and for a moment looks surprised before his expression melts into something a little more relaxed. His body language is enough to show that he's still tense and not sure what's going on, but the best way to get answers is to talk to people.]

If you count "set the microwave for three minutes" as cooking, yeah, totally. [There's a small grin though.] I've never really needed to learn besides the basics but…figured it wouldn't hurt to look around here.

...a what?

[She can't say she's ever heard of a microwave before, so that definitely throws her for a loop, and it takes her a moment to recover from it.]

There's a lot of stuff in here I've never seen before, so I guess it's going to take some trial and error to figure it all out. [Here's hoping they don't burn the hotel down.] But if I manage to make anything that doesn't look too awful, do you want to try it?

Microwave. [He's just thinking she didn't hear him, not that she…doesn't…know what a microwave is. Oh well.] You think everything here's edible?

[So that's not a no but can food go bad in the wild wild west? We just don't know.] Anything you make would probably be better than what I could come up with.

I would hope so, anyway... I don't know how they expect us to survive for long if it's not.

[Hopefully they won't have to get into "splitting single grains of rice" territory, that's not fun... But there's only one way to find out if this food is decent.]

What kind of food do you like to eat?

[Part of him wants to say "maybe they don't want us to" just based off of experience but no! No, let's be hopeful a bit.]

Would it be too easy to say "kind of anything?" It's been a while since I've had anything decent to eat anyway.

That's just fine! It's a good thing not to be too picky, especially in a situation like this.

[It means Percy probably won't starve to death! Which is a very, very good thing. Or it will be as long as he doesn't wind up trying to kill her, anyway.

She turn away and resumes rooting through the supplies.]

...I could make something with potatoes... maybe. Or it might be easier to make a bonfire out back and roast sweet potatoes there if we can find 'em...

[Of all the things Percy could possibly die from, starving to death is at the bottom of the list here. He could be useful, but instead he's watching her sort through anything she can find.]

A bonfire. [That sounds like a good idea, actually.] You think we have the materials needed to start a fire?

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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