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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[He already made damn sure the bullets are out of his pistol, anyway. Like he's gonna walk around with a loaded weapon. Nah.]
The rebellious approach, huh? In this particular case anyway, yeah, that's a good plan. Not sure that'll work for everything, but... That's gonna depend on who brought us here.
[What their plan is, all of that. Sometimes it's better to play along for a while.]
Nothing good's ever come from having guns around, though, that part's certain.
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[That's the problem with being stuck with a bunch of strangers - you really can't predict what they're going to do until they do it.]
And what they brought us here for, too. I mean, maybe there's a reasonable explanation for giving us guns... that guy mentioned coyotes, didn't he? Maybe there's an infestation of them?
[She doesn't actually know what a coyote is, help her.]
But if that's the case, you'd think they'd just say so instead of telling us to wait until Sunday.
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Never gonna use mine.
[That's his rule. No guns. If he's gotta hurt someone, there's better ways of doing it.]
...No one's got this bad of a coyote problem. Nah. When you kidnap this many people, there's not gonna be anything "reasonable" behind it.
[Not that he's got a clue what this is. If it had been just him, he'd have theories. If the introduction had been different, he'd have theories. Right now, he's got... very little. He really hates that.]
Yeah, the wait's... weird. Makes me think there's something they're preparing that ain't ready just yet. Timing problems. Or they're giving people some more time to panic.
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That's just rude. If they're going to go to the trouble of kidnapping all of us, they could at least make sure their preparations are finished before they yank us away from what we were doing.
[Not that kidnappers are really the type of people to care if they're being rude or not...]
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They could be working on a tight schedule. Or they could simply not give a shit. 'Bout even odds on both of those.
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[Well... whatever. It's fine. This is fine. They can use the time they have to try and figure some stuff out about this place, maybe.]
...oh, shoot, I didn't introduce myself! I'm sorry. My name is Seizaburo Kamiya.
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[It'll make it simpler to get out of this. Is it likely? Ehhh, he's undecided on that one.]
Eliot.