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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[ Saloons really are the best places to see all kinds... ]
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[gladio definitely stands out for his choice in shirts.
or lack thereof. showoff.]
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[ Leaning on the counter now-- ]
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[macho guy! tank! noct's not sure he'd go with "totally hot," but that's more because he just doesn't look at the chocobros that way.
he could see that, though.]
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[ Might as well sip that beer, Noctis. ]
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[why would she get his hopes up for nothing! sara, wtf.]
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Well, how's this? I'll let you know if anyone like that walks in, after I get his name and contact details.
[ For altruistic reasons. ]
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[he just wants to find his bros, he's not here to play matchmaker with a very persistent, possible alcoholic.]
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[ Have a heart, Noctis. Although she'll at least point that out not for the sake of getting a little extra info about a potentially handsome guy. ]
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Gladiolus. [but he really doesn't have much of a choice, does he?] He's not the only one I'm looking for. Just figured if he was gonna take a load off, this would be the place he does it.
[but there's been no sign of him or the others, so his faith in that is rapidly declining.]
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[ One good turn, etc. ]
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[that's... really vague.]
Just how old are these kids?
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[ Is that better? Specifics! ]
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[it does raise a question of why she'd be looking for a group of teenagers, but based on that description, noctis can kind of put two and two together.]
You their teacher or something? [she seems like she could be old enough to do that. she doesn't look like she's much older than luna, but that's still old enough, he thinks. they're obviously not her own children, and they seem a little too old to need babysitters.]
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[ Among other things. ]
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[he's got a decent enough head on his shoulders. even the idea of there being a combat instructor doesn't seem too crazy. he's never heard of this "class vii" but it's probably not terribly important.
and then, after a moment.]
...I'm Noctis. [so she knows, though he isn't offering up his full name so easily. he's definitely still a bit too wary for that just yet.]
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Nice to meet you, Noctis-- I mean, random kidnapping aside.
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Really would prefer meeting new people without, you know... kidnapping and all.
[but she's probably not so bad, from what it seems like.]
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Until then, I'd learn what you can.
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[well, that's probably exactly what's going to happen, but he's trying, at least.]
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