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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robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
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Still, best not to judge too harshly.
Ana observes the hat and pistol (as foretold) resting unassumingly in their shared room. She neglects the pistol for now, instead turning the wide-brimmed hat over in her hands. It feels oddly nostalgic.]
I can't say I've ever worn a hat such as this.
[Ana dusts off some ol' timey dust from it.]
It's not really my style. Moreso for someone... much younger than me.
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[ Geez, that's kind of rude of him, too! More importantly, he means nothing by it and has already accepted this woman into his family without question. ]
Therefore, I must respectfully disagree! [ He dons his hat with some childlike pride. ] You should try yours on, too. Don't worry, I'm not going to humiliate you.
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It really is like watching a kid play dress up and it brings something of a smile to her face.]
Is it not disrespectful of your elders, telling them what to do?
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I mean, if someone laughs at you, I'll make them apologize. It's the least I can do for a nice old lady.
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Nice, hm? You're quick to pass judgement.
[Still, she removes her hood and places the hat atop her headscarf. It's a surprisingly comfortable fit, perfect even. Not too big and not too small. That realization, ironically, is a large source of discomfort.
Ana turns to face the boy she hasn't yet introduced herself to.]
Too flashy?
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[ The one that neither of them seem to have addressed so far. ]
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[Good thing Ana is unfailingly chill with addressing the elephant in the room. She picks it up and turns it over in her hand. The other sidearm that's awaiting her is an after thought.]
I haven't shot with a pistol in ages.
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