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
doggo!!!
You have a cute dog there, mister!
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well, that's not exactly what noct's expecting to see. but at this point, he's not even sure what he should expect to see, so it's almost easier to shrug that off. just as easy as shrugging off umbra as being his.]
Oh, uh... thanks. [umbra will gladly take the compliment too. damn right, he's cute.]
...He yours? [he'll say, motioning to the monkey. he's not sure if this is cute or alarming, but you know.
it's fine.]
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[ Crouches down and offers his hand to Umbra to sniff. ]
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[because that sure is some baffling kind of team. either way, umbra seems content to sniff his hand before giving it a lick. no immediate threat detected, so he's fine with this.]
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[ As long Umbra seems chill, he's going for a pet! Hell yeah gonna pet a dog!! ]
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[umbra's fine with being pet. noct, though... is just kind of puzzling out this whole interaction. maybe because he's never met anyone who worked in a circus.]
I always thought it was usually the other way around.
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[ Having this entire conversation while only looking at the dog. ]
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[he gets it, it's not like he's never seen things like a circus before. or you know, been to a zoo.
he's more or less given up on people giving him eye contact when umbra's around though, for better or for worse.]
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[ The monkey gibbers and pats its own chest in response to the question. However, that answer is incorrect, and Simon continues petting the dog. ]
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[he's curious about the monkey—but still a bit wary. they're not exactly an animal he's got any real experience with.
though what kind of job simon does seems almost questionable, but it's fine.]
Really makes you wonder, though. [what a vague statement.]
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[ Scritchy scritchy for the pup. The monkey huffs and turns its beady little eyes to Noctis. Perhaps it can find attention there. ]
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[it seems a bit strange to him.
noct's not really unwilling to give the monkey attention, but he's not... really sure how that works. how does one give a monkey attention?]
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Oh, yeah. I have been wondering about that. The last thing I remember was getting ready for a show with Money. I wonder if that's why he got brought, too...
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[he frowns a bit, but he does get how to hold a monkey.
...like a baby? sure, he can try that, however awkwardly it may be. it's not exactly his strong suit here.]
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[ The monkey is picked up without a fuss, but once in range, hezeroes in on the shiniest part of Noct's outfit (a button? a buckle?) and starts grabbing at it. ]
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[just something else to look into.
after taking care of money's shiny syndrome. hands off the buttons, money!]
He-hey, leave that alone!
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[ Plucks up the monkey before it can rip anything off. ]
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Then he's as clueless as the rest of us. Not really sure what else we'd have expected at this point.