[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

[sheriffexe]

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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Comments

[insincerely]

I'm marginally more polite to adult females who are above me in station.

[alcobrawlic]

And your station is?

[insincerely]

Just a lowly high school student, of course!

[alcobrawlic]

[ Uh-huh. ]

Well. I'm an instructor, so I'll be taking that marginal politeness, thank you!

[insincerely]

[Wow, why don't you believe that he's a 100% normal student?]

Ohhh, an instructor, huh? Should I be calling you Teacher, then?

[alcobrawlic]

[ Just a hunch!! ]

My name's Sara, but sure. Teacher's fine. [ She doesn't actually care. ]

[insincerely]

Then it's nice to meet you, Teacher. Please treat me well.

[Heeeeeeeeee is completely insincere, but.]

[alcobrawlic]

About as well as you'll treat me, my darling little student!

[ Ditto. ]

[insincerely]

Oh my, I hope you're not insinuating that I can't be nice to a teacher.

[alcobrawlic]

I don't recall saying anything about your ability to be nice.

[insincerely]

Then I'll take the fact that you haven't called me trash yet as a compliment.

[alcobrawlic]

... Does this sort of thing happen to you a lot or something?

[ "yet"? ]

[insincerely]

People do often tell me that I have a terrible personality. I can't imagine why.

[alcobrawlic]

I guess they're just not used to your brand of humor!

[ ... haaaa. ]

[insincerely]

Are you?

[alcobrawlic]

I haven't called you trash, have I?

[insincerely]

Ah, that's true. Though you could be thinking it? I'd have to tell you, then, that I hate those types the most.

[jk he hates everyone equally]

[alcobrawlic]

Nah, I only do that when I can't curse in front of children. And you're old enough, it's fine.

[ This is true. At least one person here is honest!! ]

[insincerely]

... You must set a very interesting example for your students.

[alcobrawlic]

Oh, I do! They love it, keeps them on their toes.

[ Rather, they groan and stare at her in disbelief. ]

[insincerely]

... What do you teach, anyway?

[alcobrawlic]

Mm... mostly combat?

[ And homeroom, but that's not much of a subject. ]

[insincerely]

... You don't by any chance teach a 《Girl Killing Curriculum》, do you?

[That is probably a very bizarre question to ask if she's never heard of that term before, but.]

[alcobrawlic]

... Thaaat doesn't ring a bell, no.

[ Actually, it sounds kind of terrible?? ]

[insincerely]

Figures. You're like him, then...

[Percy, that is, seeing as how he hadn't heard of the Labyrinth Disease. While the "curriculum" isn't necessarily a staple everywhere, the notion of "girl killing" shouldn't be odd to anyone.]

Well then. What sort of combat do you instruct in, Teacher?