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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[ Once again, she shakes her head, spreading her hands in an effort to make him understand. What he's supposed to take from that is anyone's guess, but what she's trying to indicate is not having an answer for him.

They did all arrive together, after all. ]

[ why isn't she responding? In his state of anger, he takes it as an insult rather than a problem on her end, and his fists ball together with a mechanical creak. ]

I'm not going to play charades with you, human bitch. I'll wring an answer out of that skinny neck of yours if you force me. Don't think that I'm weakened just because I'm in this body.

[ Had Chane been more given to any sort of self-expression, she might have laughed. As it is, her brows knit in mild consternation. "Human bitch" is rude, but she's certainly heard worse, and it's not as if this young man's opinion has any relevance to her existence. Dismissing any threat, palpable or otherwise, she starts to turn away. ]

Don't you walk away from me!

[ he's clearly not taking no for an answer here. He's panicked - it's easy to tell that his anger is springing from fear and confusion. Unfortunately, it's not leading him to make the best solutions. He wants this problem fixed. He wants control. So he lunges after her, trying to grab her arm.

rip ash ]

[ Someone who burns as quickly as this young man can't help but telegraph his approach, which means that Chane sees it coming and is prepared to respond. As uncouth as he is being, she doesn't really want to hurt him - likely, he's confused as the rest of them, and handling it poorly. It's simply that she has no real mechanism to respond to or help him, and is thinking it's better he find someone who can calm him down. It's too bad she chose the absolute worst way to try and get that across!

He never does grab her arm. Chane maneuvers around him like water, sinking out of his reach before rising again, and strikes him square in the throat with the blade of her hand. ]

Edited 2017-01-15 21:50 (UTC)

[ it was doomed from the start - he has no combat experience. He's seen videos of it, researched it, all part and parcel of learning how to deal with humans - but he's an AI, and he's hardly been in this body for 20 minutes. She hits him easily, causing him to grunt. However, it most likely doesn't have the sort of impact she's looking for. He's a robot; he has no airway to impact. All it does is surprise him and knock him off balance, and he staggers away a few steps. ]

[ She doesn't try to help him but neither does she turn away again, just in case he recuperates and comes at her back once more. ]

[ at least he's smart enough not to try coming at her again. It would be futile; this woman is clearly a trained soldier of some kind. His failure only stokes the embers of his rage. ]

Damn you! Damn you all...! Do you think it's funny to see me like this? Go ahead! Laugh at me! [ he spits, rubbing his throat. ]

[ Dude, if she can't talk, how do you expect her to laugh? Perhaps a touch more gently, Chane shakes her head - no, I won't do that to you - and touches her throat to indicate the utter absence of possibility. ]

[ he narrows his eyes at her. at first he thinks she really is laughing at him, gesturing to where she'd just hit him - but the expression on her face pretty much rules that out. ]

... You're a mute?

[ It's honestly a bit of a relief that he figured that out before attacking her again. Chane nods. ]

Tch. Useless.

[ apparently, this doesn't do much in the way of endearing her to him. He glares at her, touching a hand to his throat where he was struck - then stalks off the platform, looking for answers. Or another, more talkative victim. ]

[ goodbye my almost lover ]

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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