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
two, saturday morning!!
puppy
For all that Yuna is trying to be helpful and act mature, she is still a fourteen-year-old girl with a penchant for cute things, and there's a puppy here.
She spends a moment watching the fluffy dog trotting from a short distance and considering exercising basic self-control before she scurries over. She's gotta pet the puppy.]
Excuse me, Mister? [And she hesitates for half a second when she sees how sickly he looks, then beams.] Can I please pet your dog?
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And then his head sort of throbs and he looks nearby to Yuna. A raise of an eyebrow is what she gets in greeting. ]
You want to pet Winston?
[ Winston, who is sitting at Will's feet, lets out a soft woof. ]
Sure, go ahead. Behave, Winston.
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Thank you!
[Despite having a firecracker's worth of energy, Yuna doesn't devolve immediately into rolling around and squealing at the dog; she crouches slowly, offering her hand out to sniff and, of course, making stupid dog babytalk at him.] Hi, Winston! Hi buddy!
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Will, on the other hand, just looks a little tired and tempted to walk away. This is a productive conversation. ]
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so she bursts into a delighted peal of giggles when Winston licks her nose, reaching out to pet him with both hands, scratching his ears and ruffling his fur and laughing in between continued dog babytalk babble.
And then she looks up at Will, still beaming like an idiot.]
I really like dogs, but we can't have them at home, and the shelter my school club works with usually only has us work with the cats. [Scritches for Winston!!] He's so friendly!