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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Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot we can learn about him if even his office doesn't have anything.
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Why let us get acquainted and settled rather than explaining from the beginning?
[Pennyworth glances from Damian up at Sara. He mews gently.]
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[ Just a guess, though-- and she'll kneel down to let the cat sniff her. ]
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I'm not going to wait and find out from a "Sheriff" who is going to tell lies. [Pennyworth stretches his head out cautiously to give Sara a few good sniffs, but then his tail unfurls upright, and he rubs the side of his face on her hand.] I'm going back to see if the train is gone. If it came from somewhere, it can go back to that same place.
[PENNYWORTH, STOP FLIRTING! is what his face says.]
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[ This small child is so suspicious-- but one more ear rub for Pennyworth!! ]
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Pennyworth. [He turns to go out, pace brisk and strangely militant. The cat still seems bored, but gets up nevertheless and lazily pads after Damian.]
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[ ... and how did he even get a cat to listen to him? ]
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Have you seen anyone that you know personally? [A question he's asked a few people--for reasons.
Pennyworth is an intelligent feline specimen. One that follows Damian right up until the station, only to jump up on a nearby barrel and sit, watching with only mild interest. The cat meows at Sara conversationally.]
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[ Which might be a good thing, if it means her students and Alfin and Elise and the other adults are safely where they belong... but then she has no idea why she's not. ]
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I don't think anyone knows each other.
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[ So at least there's that. ]
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Damian pauses and gives Sara a sidelong glance.] Are you being serious? Who are they?
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The wife's name is Chane. I haven't met her husband yet.
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Did they seem to be more familiar with this place than anyone else?
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No, not really... just about as confused as all of us.
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Do you know her last name? [He still kinda doesn't believe they aren't suspicious.]
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[ She may come off as completely nonchalant, but Sara does commit certain things to memory. ]
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I've run into the husband.
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He tried to intimidate me. He was foolish to think I would be a coward and just hand over information because I was scared.
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[ A shrug. ]
Even I know not to underestimate kids.
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