
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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Was it something you had with you before we got here?
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Yeah. I didn't have it with me when I woke up on the train, but I found it in this room when I got here.
[ Like someone had taken it but decided to give it back. ]
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[Subtle, Percy.]
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A...pen. [ He can't talk, being the guy with the stick keepsake. ] No, I didn't.
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Guess it's just you, me and Mrs. O'Leary. [There's a "woof" of affirmation from the floor. His mind wanders back to Annabeth, wondering what room she's in and if she's stuck with a complete stranger. It makes him nervous to be separated, but it's something to deal with at a later time and not let on to a complete stranger. Though, speaking of, Percy takes that moment to hold out a hand.]
Percy Jackson.
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He only hesitates a moment before taking Percy's hand to shake it. ] Harry Potter. [ He'll watch Percy closely for any sign of recognition of his name. ]
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Good to meet you. [Mrs. O'Leary trots up to Harry and sits at his feet, waiting for further acknowledgement while Percy gives their room another look.] Is it me or the hotel feel a little out of place with everything else?
[Then again that could just be because he doesn't want to stay here.]
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Not just you. It's like someone got this place ready for us, but the rest of the town is just...deserted. [ He'd have to explore more tomorrow after the sun was out, considering he couldn't rely on his wand to light the darkness for him. ]
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Harry could think of more than a few reasons why someone would be after him, personally, but he doubts anyone who did would use a method as bizarre as this. No one he'd met seemed to be a witch or wizard, either. This was something else entirely. ]
Did you see those posters at the station? They were wanted posters. The people in them were on the train.
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I didn't, I was studying the map instead. Which people though? [...wait.] Unless you mean all of the people on the train.
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[ And the sheriff is...in on it? It still doesn't add up, but he's trying. ]
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You think we have people hiding in our numbers that're tricking us? [I mean. Logical. Percy has some experience with that, too, thank you Luke.] If that's true then what can we do to find them?
[...and yet, to play devil's advocate...] But sometimes wanted posters aren't right either.
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No, you're right. If there's anyone we should start suspecting first, it's that sheriff. [ What could he be withholding to tell them on Sunday? ]
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Looks like you and me are on the same page. [Annnd he'll fall flat on his back to stare at the ceiling. Mrs. O'Leary rests her head on his stomach.] What if the sheriff's working for someone else?
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He doesn't seem the type to orchestrate a mass abduction, does he? But then, who? It doesn't seem like we could all have a common enemy. [ Learning Percy's not a wizard was about enough for him to figure that. ]
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Definitely not. He's way too casual about it. Usually when people pull stunts like this it's like "we're going to tell you all about how you're going to fail and regret everything you're doing because you can't stop us from this bad thing." [...] Or at least it's like that in the movies. [Let's not talk about personal experience.]
We might not all have a common enemy but we might all have something else in common we're not seeing. It's not about being from the same place, so we can rule that out. [Harry sounds too British to not be British, honestly.] How old are you?
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Sixteen, but I don't think it's an age thing. There were people of all ages on the train. [ His brow knits. ] Everyone seemed human, at least.
[ ...It doesn't occur to him until after he's said it that that might sound strange, but it's true! ]
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Were you expecting something else? [Likewise, it doesn't occur to Percy that he should try to sound a little more incredulous or surprised instead of on-guard.]
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I would expect just about anything at this point. [ How's that for a complete cop-out of the answer? Harry stops pacing, facing the wall so Percy can't read into his expression. ]
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So what, you think maybe we have a monster or something hiding in our group?
[It's fine, he's not looking at Harry either for that reason. This is a very tricky conversation.]
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[ It's very tricky indeed. ]
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If there is one.
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If. [No, he likes that theory. It would make the most sense.] It's the first night. If anybody's deceiving us they're not going to show it right away. At least we have a little time to figure out how to lure someone out.
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