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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[He sort of feels that it's going to be everybody's option after tomorrow, too, but maybe he's just naturally a little pessimistic that way.]

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.]

That's sort of a personal question, isn't it?

[The answer is absolutely yes.]

So's the question about how much stabbing's involved in a jailbreak. [Just. Pointing that out. He can probably guess the answer though and won't push on that point much more.]

You brought stabbing up out of nowhere, of course I'd be curious.

It was not out of nowhere when you asked about my dog's judging criteria.

I had no way to know your dog's judging criteria included stabbing. You can't pin this one on me.

[Sage nod.]

[...okay you know, that's totally fair. Sadly she has a point and even he can't argue that. Her sage nod is met with one of his own.]

Truce on personal questions?

Truce on personal questions.

[She hesitates.]

For now. I reserve the right to be curious if you bring up something strange and intriguing again.

[That's also fair. Percy has a lot of bullshit that mortals probably wouldn't begin to grasp if he explained it all.]

Sure, but don't be mad if I can't answer everything. [A smile. Because he knows it's probably infuriating but you know what it's for the best. There's the briefest of pauses...and he holds out a hand. You know, before they begin their "no personal questions" truce and if they're stuck here anyway.] I'm Percy.

I would ask whether you can't or whether you won't, but I think that would make this officially the shortest truce in the history of truces.

[She glances at his hand for a moment, skeptical, as though she has to consider whether she's going to return the gesture. After another moment, though, she does reach forward to shake his hand.]

Natalie.

[That wasn't so hard even if he's still not sure what to make of her. There's a firm handshake and he immediately lets go.]

Pretty sure this is where people say "nice to meet you" but. [His hand gestures to the town again.] Better conditions would be nice. But anyway, all I'm saying is there are some things people just shouldn't know.

[For safety. He'll leave it at that as he looks to where Mrs. O'Leary is several feet away and on the hunt (probably for Annabeth.) It takes a moment for him to register that while he frowns in thought.] I should catch up with her. See you tomorrow for impending doom?

[That actually makes her laugh, even if she shakes her head slightly as she does.]

Right. Impending doom. Looking forward to it.

[Fingerguns at him before he leaves.]

See you.

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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