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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[Would she even recognize other countries, besides Amestris and the desert that borders it? She doubts it. She knows there's a large world full of other things and people and places, but she knows nothing of them. Only that it's cold in the north, and eventually if one traveled far enough, they would find the sea.]
I would say I love a mystery, but this one is lacking those things that make a mystery enjoyable. Such as any hints to solving it.
I'm Lust, by the way. We've been standing here chatting long enough, we may as well exchange the traditional pleasantries.
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[He's still gonna, because duh. But damn it, this is so not what his job is supposed to be. Damn comms, being dead. Damn Hardison, not having a fix for that yet.
One eyebrow goes up as she mentions her name.]
...Eliot. [Let's not even bother with a fake name. He doesn't have a pre-made identity ready for this.] So. Some kinda code name you got there?
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[Her own master had covered all of her tracks for centuries. And this certainly spoke of a vast conspiracy. But there's no obvious leads, either way. Perhaps there's something to be found in the town.]
No. It's my name. The only one I've ever had.
[Not entirely true, but it may as well be. Whatever woman she'd been before was dead and gone.]
Someone had a sense of humor.
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[Sometimes there's small, almost insignificant tells, sure, but they're still tells. The tiniest detail can say a lot if you're observant enough.]
...Huh. Guess there's probably weirder names out there. Alright. [Most people don't tend to choose their own names, so there's that. And those that do... well, they've got their own weirdness.] I'd say it's nice meetin' you, but. Well. Circumstances being what they are and all...
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[There are more things than only humans out there. Lust knows that much. Her kind can't help but know. They are something else, and she images they all share that almost-glance into some realm beyond the seen.]
Yes, the circumstances. Still, I suppose better than being here alone. I think that would be more unsettling.
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[What else could it be but a human? What... even...]
I don't know. Probably easier working something like this alone, less people that can potentially get hurt. And I can think of worse places to get dragged to alone.
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[Such as herself. She only looks human, a product of being something remade.]
I don't like to be alone. People get hurt all the time, here or somewhere else, it doesn't really matter. More eyes, more minds, more ideas.
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[HONESTLY a reasonable assumption! You can't blame him for that one, okay?]
Right. Yeah, not everyone likes the lone wolf thing. Kinda forget that's not everyone's thing. Well... Technically it's not really my thing anymore either, but... details.
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[And been part of a vast conspiracy that went to the top levels of government, but that was real.]
It's simply practical to pool resources. I've no idea what you intend to do, but I'm going to take a look around. There may be something to be learned.
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[Yeah, sorry, that still screams conspiracy nut to him. He'll learn.]
Looking around was my first step too. Figure out where this is. Maybe even hints about who's behind it. Then work from there.
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[She always works better with shared input.]
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...Think I can make an exception to my lone wolf policy. A little teamwork can't hurt.
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[Even if it's only some more insight into this particular place. Better to at least feel like she's doing something.]
It seems as there's a whole town to investigate. Though 'village' may be a more appropriate term...