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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The guy I'm sharing a room with said he was on a different train before waking up on the one we showed up in. Not really sure what that means.
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[She's admittedly curious.]
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[They might have just met, and he might not actually know her name, but opinions are usually helpful anyway.]
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[She gestures down at herself. Skirt, leggings, t-shirt; nothing out of the ordinary.]
It's weird, though. If some of us were camping or whatever, wouldn't they have had to grab people from places that are pretty far apart? I wasn't anywhere near the woods.
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And I wasn't exactly near Japan but I talked to someone from Tokyo yesterday. Something weird is going on and I think it's weirder than any of us are ready for. [Like. It's possible, but seriously unlikely.]
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[She's curious, though.]
You got any theories?
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You didn't get a good count of how many of us showed up, did you?
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[But she can't be too frustrated. It's not like she can make heads or tails of why and how they're all here. She shakes her head in response to his question, though now she wishes she did. It would have been relatively easy during their initial meeting, if she had thought of it.]
Nah, too busy freaking out about being kidnapped. Something tells me it's a bigger deal for me than it is for you?
[If he can talk casually about getting stabbed, kidnapping should be no problem, right?]
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Yeah, maybe. [He looks away.] I was kidnapped last winter and woke up on the other side of the country four months later. I didn't get any of my memories back until the end of June. [Which is the easy version of the story, but yeah. Kidnapping. He's annoyed and he doesn't like it, given how his jaw tenses a bit, but this isn't the first time. And again it occurs to him he maybe shouldn't so blatantly tell this to a stranger but at the same time...nobody knows the circumstances behind it. It's fine, probably.]
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[Well, that's terrifying. At least, the memory loss he's describing throws her, and she has to think about it for a second.]
You think the same thing has happened to all of us before, maybe, but most of us haven't remembered it like you eventually did?
[Maybe they're all involved in a weird kidnapping chain and they don't remember it? (No.)]
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Maybe not exactly like that. [The whole thing was pretty complicated if you ask him.] I couldn't even remember my name or where I was from or anything like that. I think most of us can remember all of that. It's just a gap in how we got on the train to here.
The last time this happened it was because someone wanted to push for an end to an old feud. ["To stop a war" goes unsaid.] But that was sort of like a family thing so it's not important.
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[A pause, to let that sink in for both of them.]
Am I getting that right?
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But I'm pretty sure she's not behind it this time.
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Damn, and I thought my family was messed up sometimes.
[Y i k e s.]
Yeah, not sure why your aunt would want to kidnap me when I've never met her.
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Mostly because she's a terrible person, but that's not the point. The point is that maybe the Sheriff or whoever brought us here is really only after one person and the rest of us are just here for the ride. Could be why we don't remember anything.
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[A pause, as she shakes her head.]
I can get bringing maybe ten or fifteen to try and not make whoever it was freak out, but isn't this many people kind of overkill?
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We can talk about what that yet might imply once I find the liquor cabinet.
[Natalie, no. It seems like she's joking, at least.]
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I'm trying to decide if it's a good or a bad thing the saloon actually has drinks in it. [He explored there already but he's a good boy and probably didn't finish the drink served to him.] The whole town's empty but stocked up. May as well take advantage of it until tomorrow.
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[There's always the chance that everyone here is going to need five drinks after whatever he tells them.
But she pauses.]
Actually, scratch that, it's a good thing no matter what. Watching people get blackout drunk is hilarious.
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Something you've watched a lot? [It's not really a relevant question, but it'll help him get a gauge on who Natalie is at least.]
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[The answer is absolutely yes.]
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