robowest | [ WEEK ONE

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

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Uh, I'm pretty sure no meeting that happens shortly after kidnapping when we're all apparently being armed with dubious pistols counts as good.

[Oh, right. This is probably where she should give her name in turn.]

Natalie.

This isn't a good place to meet anyone, no... [She giggles, sheepish, but determination flashes right back into her expression.] But that doesn't have anything to do with you! I wish we could meet somewhere better instead, but if this is where we are, it's where we are... So it's nice to meet you, Natalie!

[goddamn yuna it's been like five minutes]

[She slowly arches an eyebrow as Yuna keeps going, nodding slowly after a minute.]

So, you don't remember anything about a train, but do you remember anything about drinking like seventeen cups of coffee before you got here?

My parents don't let me drink coffee, actually...

[gee yuna whyever could that be]

Probably smart of them if this is how you act normally.

[Or after being kidnapped, even.]

[That was so transparently insulting and yet Yuna is entirely oblivious.]

It's unhealthy to drink too much, so it's probably better just not to, you know?

[god, Yuna]

...Yeah, sure, let's pretend that's what I was actually talking about.

[yuna......]

[She pauses, a little confused-looking, and then laughs.]

Okay, I will if you want to!

[yuna....................]

[how does she deal with it when she's trying to be a jerk and nobody recognizes this fact!! literally her face rn]

You know what sarcasm is, right?

...Yeah! [what's that got to do with anything???]

[A pause. How does she even...]

I was definitely using it thirty seconds ago. Did you somehow miss this?

...I guess I must have. [But she just giggles and taps the side of her head with her knuckles like she's knocking on a door... Yuna.............]

[A pause. Sass is her default mode of communication, she doesn't know how to talk to anyone who isn't fluent??]

Anyways! What's the last thing you remember?

School just ended, and my friend and I walked home, and we just split up and said goodbye... And then I was on the train.

Did anything else less mundane happen during the day?

[Yuna taps her chin, thoughtful, but it's hardly a second before she remembers:]

Togo made botamochi today!

[what's that got to do with anything!!!!]

You realize I have no idea who that is, or what that is, or what that signifies.

Right! Sorry!

[She punches her fist into her palm.]

Togo is my best friend, and she makes the best desserts in the whole wide world, and her botamochi is my favorite, so it's exciting when she makes it!

Okay, I'm still missing the part where any of that is relevant to our current situation at all.

Haha, it was the only less mundane thing that happened today I could think of...

How is your friend making you dessert not—

You know what, no, never mind. I'm not going to ask.

It's different from what normally happens! [SHE'S GOING TO ANSWER] Togo's botamochi is special.

I think that's the only answer I have, though...

Yeah, I guess that figures.

[Sigh!!]

You got any ideas how we might have gotten on the train, then?

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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