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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Her friendly smile is ever-present, but she's tending towards warmness rather than aggressive chipper energy as she continues; she's taking what he says seriously.]
Yeah, but if I just stuck to the people I knew, then I wouldn't get to talk to anyone. We all came out of that train together, so we're all just as confused as each other. So it's better if we're all working and sticking together, too! And I can't do that if I don't meet everyone.
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...Just Eliot.
[Well, at least she seems open to what he's gotta say, even if she's disagreeing with it. She's still a kid, he's not gonna be an asshole to her or anything.]
Doesn't mean everyone's gonna be safe to talk to. [He glances over at the crowd, some of the other people around. Sure, okay, there's probably not anyone here who's gonna start something out in public. Alright.] You just be careful. Anyway, there's kids around too... Way too many of 'em. Probably a safer bet.
[Oh god, why are there this many teens, how is he gonna look out for all of them.]
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But she nods, because even though she most certainly doesn't act like it, she does get the general idea of stranger danger. Even if she isn't worried because what is a sense of danger, she understands that other people would be.]
I will be, don't worry! No being alone when it's late, no following people weird places, that sort of thing, right? [See, she gets it!!] Thank you for worrying about me.
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[It's too formal and not something he's used to hearing in front of his actual name. Fake names, maybe, but that's... that's a different thing entirely. Doesn't count.]
That's the basics, yeah. Alright. [It's not perfect, but he'll take it.] Don't have to thank me for that, you just keep yourself in one piece, yeah? Until we all get out of here.
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[questioning yuna's reality is definitely fair]
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Don't you worry about me, handling this sorta thing is... well, close enough to what I do.
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All right! But that doesn't mean you need to handle it alone, okay?
[INSISTENT HELPFULNESS!!!!!!]
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...Right. Don't worry, I hear ya. Loud and clear.