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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If you're really superstitious and worried, you can always hang two of them facing both ways. But wouldn't they just cancel each other out? I suppose that's the best scenario - that way you can just rely on your own skills!
[ Man, he sure talks a lot. But he's also walked back to her spot by now, meaning she can throw it whenever she's ready. ]
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I think you're right. That's the best way to do it! It means you'll always do your best! [A pause, glancing down at the horseshoe.] Ah...should I try throwing it now? Then...!
[And she tosses it with a surprising amount of force for someone so tiny!! ...But also it veers off to the left and misses the mark by quite a few feet.
Good...good effort relying on her own skills there, anyway......]
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You're strong for someone your size. Don't worry, I'm not just saying that as consolation because you missed the target. [ He's genuinely impressed, in his own insensitive way. ]
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[She perks up, though, at what he says next, but it's in a sheepish kind of way, laughing lightly as she scratches the back of her head.]
I get lots and lots of exercise! So I guess I'm sort of strong.
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You're no ordinary kid.
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Oh! Can I introduce myself? [Right, manners are a thing!! She bows politely, smiling wide.] My name's Yuna Yuki, second year at Sanshu middle school. It's nice to meet you!
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[ He decided just like that?? By himself??? He seems to like people in an... unusual way. ]
--oh, you can call me Felix. Felix Walken. I didn't go to a school like you so my name is all I have to introduce myself.
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It's really nice to meet you, though, Mister Walken! Thank you for letting me try playing horseshoes.