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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[honestly, he had a bit on a one-track mind when they first got there too, so he really didn't notice everyone either. finding the people who aren't even here and not paying attention to much else for a while.]
I guess you were too.
1/2
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I don't remember the actual trip though...
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[which is why he doesn't really remember how things got so mixed up. so the train ride being fuzzy is pretty universal, it seems.]
I didn't find Umbra until we got here, he wasn't on the train with me.
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Did you go through a portal, Umbra? Did you teleport? What a talented doggy!
[ he gets scratches for being so talented. ] This isn't Pure Illusion, is it?
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[so while he wouldn't be surprised if it was something like that, noctis isn't really sure that's the case, either.]
Pure Illusion? What's that? [umbra will take the scratches, though.]
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[ ?????? ]
It's another world, but this doesn't... smell right...
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[in just about every single way. he's confused.]
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[ she sounds exasperated, like she can't quite get why noctis isn't understanding her. ]
Right?
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[he's getting exasperated in turn, because he has no idea what she's talking about.]
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[ she really isn't sure how to explain any of this?? ]
I'm so confused...
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[which is what he expect a desert to smell like.]
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Ugghhh, I know, it's gross!
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[it's definitely musty, for sure.]
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[ for #reasons
she then switches gears completely ]
Were you with anyone before you came here?
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Yeah. I was traveling with my friends... haven't seen 'em since.
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But... why only us then and not the rest of them?
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[not having gladio, ignis and prompto around leaves him at such a loss, it's kind of astounding.]
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[ or did other people get brought with people they know, is what she means. because if so... first of all, UNFAIR ]
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[it's just the impression he got from seeing some of the people around talking to one another.]
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[ she paid zero attention to anyone else, so she did not notice any of that. ]
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[that he can tell, at least.]
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[ no. ]
We'll figure it out.
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