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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I — arrival:

[You know how impressed Shinnosuke is at ~meeting each other~? Not at all.

He's also very unimpressed by the Sheriff being nowhere to be found, and he's expressing this by kicking over the guy's desk in the sheriff station upon confirming that he's conspicuously absent. COME ON, DUDE, WHERE ARE YOU.]

What are we, a bunch of kids on their first day of elementary school? Hey, hey, Mr. Sheriff, don't you know the teacher isn't supposed to ditch? That's the students' job, you know?

[>:( what else can he wreck around here...]

II — soon after arrival:

[Greetings, fellow "probably does not want to be here" person. Shinnosuke'll be approaching, all smiles (and looking a bit like he's about to keel over, but ignore that, please).]

You haven't, by any chance, seen a blonde midget? About yay high— [gesturing to about 4'8] —with a flat chest? [And if you happen to be a relatively flat-chested girl, he'll add "like you", because he's a rude shit.] Ah, possibly vomiting somewhere, but she'll probably deny it if you asked. If you ignore the fact that she's tiny enough to trip over, she's rather hard to miss, you see?

She's the kind of person who'd get eaten by coyotes first. Or shoot someone. Or get shot, in which case I'd like to be there to laugh.

III — friday, later:

[In Shinnosuke's defence for his attitude (aside from not being an outstanding citizen in general, anyway), he's also starving, which is a factor in his Not So Good Mood.

Thus, you might find him at the general store, wolfing down food like it's his first meal in a long time (because, well, it is). It might be poisoned and he knows it, but when you're hungry enough, that doesn't matter?? Also, in terms of immediate priorities, choking is probably the bigger concern, because that's what happening.]

Guh—!

[He'll just be. Slamming on his chest and trying to breathe again, thank you. He is beauty, he is grace, etc.]

WILDCARD:

[Hit me!]

[What kind of description is that? Percy's busy lifting an eyebrow but he's waiting for Shinnosuke to finish before he slowly shakes his head.]

Nooo? [And before he bothers stopping himself:] If she's hard to miss then how come you haven't found her yet?

[…he showed up with his girlfriend, he's sort of starting to wonder if other people showed up with their friends, too.]

[Percy's reaction tells Shinnosuke that that was the best description ever that he could've given. Excellent.]

Well, like I said, she is pretty tiny. Or she could've gotten herself killed already. She's stupid enough to.

[He doesn't sound all that concerned over the idea, to be honest.]

But if she's still kicking... Well, let's just say that her bust size and height don't live up to her attitude. She's pretty annoying, so she'd probably be yelling her name from the rooftops.

[He would say something to the effect of "we haven't even been here that long" but. You know. Some people die fast. He knows that from experience. Judging by the fact that his expression doesn't change he's not too concerned either.]

Wait why would she be yelling her own name? [The most important part, clearly.]

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iii... please dont die

first robowest casualty...

plays you a sad violin song..

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