robowest | [ WEEK ONE

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[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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

robowest!

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one, arrival;

[it's almost not even jarring to go from one train to suddenly being on another. like, noctis probably could have passed for not even realizing it if not for the fact that his trusty posse of friends (and bodyguards) are nowhere to be found.

it's really not very reassuring in the least—to the point where noct is barely even paying attention to what's being said when they get off the train. he's paying more attention to frantically searching the crowd for his friends (though he does hear what's being said. it'll process eventually).]

Where the hell did they go...

[he should probably be paying more attention to his surroundings, but this doesn't seem like an entirely impossible location to be, considering he'd never been where he thought he was headed anyway.

instead, he's going to be making his way through everyone with a close watch for familiar faces—and perhaps pulling your character aside if he thinks you look familiar to any capacity from behind.]

two, saturday;

[sleep has to take him eventually; it's stressful and exhausting to be in a new situation when the last was already kind of a bad one.

but there's one familiar thing—umbra, a dog that technically belongs to his betrothed, but one he's spent a fair deal of time with. it leaves him a little less panicked, though he's not thrilled.

though in late morning, he'll be sitting outside with umbra, making sure he'd fed and giving him quality headpats.]

Guess we got work to do, huh? [he's talking to the dog. but they're both friendly and willing to have interruptions.

if not then, noctis will be found in various areas on the town, trying to get a handle on things. once he finds the watering hole, that's probably where he'll stay for the longest duration of time, more curious about the fishing situation once he realizes he isn't going to find his friends in this town (and that he's got nowhere else to go.)]

three, wildcard;

[have at it, someone save noctis from himself, he needs so much help.]

Edited 2017-01-13 23:46 (UTC)

[Unlike just about everyone else, the gift waiting for Damian in his room had been Pennyworth, the trusted tuxedo stray cat.

Sadly, the town seems to be compromised 3/4th of dogs.

Pennyworth decided the best bet is to perch on Damian's shoulder, so he carts the cat through the town this way for the majority of Saturday except on special occasions when Pennyworth says fuck you, I'm a cat and walks along behind him.

But rather than fear, Pennyworth seems to be use to dogs. The cat becomes extra coy, wrapping its tail around the back of Damian's head and arching to rub while watchfully regarding Umbra from high ground.]

Is the dog trained?

[at the sound of a voice, noct will look up—and seeing a cat will bring a bit of a half-smile to his lips.

he's weak to all animals, he just loves every single one.

but he'll give damian a nod after a second—if umbra doesn't make it already plainly obvious but not getting aggressive and just peering curiously.]

He's pretty consistent when giving paw, I'd say he's pretty well trained. [it's fine, everything is fine.]

[At least Damian and Noctis have that much in common.

For a moment or two, Damian watches Umbra carefully. The dog doesn't seem to be giving any sign of aggression, though Damian is less worried about himself and more worried about Pennyworth.

Finally, Damian decides what the hell. If the dog doesn't attack first, Pennyworth should be all right after having spent time around Titus, a Great Dane. He squats down where he stands, making himself level.] Name?

[umbra does little more than sniff, more so to detect threats than anything else. there's no attacking here—he's pretty chill when he sees that there's nothing that immediately warrants any kind of warning.

noct, on the other hand, is a little more cautious. giving out his name so easily has been kind of an issue of late, though a somewhat fruitless one. it's only a moment of hesitation before he relents, though. now probably isn't the time to be too stand-offish, after all.]

Noctis. And this guy here is Umbra. [that should do.] And you?

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two; tags all the dog people with a cat

perfect

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wildcard HI ROOMIE

IT'S TIME

it's time........

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doggo!!!

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