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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Aw. They decided to prepare you for your eyeliner phase a little early, huh? At least you were born ready for that haircut.
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...What's that supposed to mean? [what did his hair do!? he has not figured out that he looks like he walked out of a jpop boyband, it's fine.]
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[She looks him over with an expression of mock pity, as if she feels bad that he hasn't figured it out yet.]
Dude, the hair, the clothes, everything. Nobody's ever said this to you before?
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Never been anything to say about it. Not really sure what the big deal about it is.
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A couple piercings and you'd look like a poster boy for Hot Topic.
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[of all the necessary product placement he needed in canon, that's not one of them. so she's losing him by the second here.]
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[he's not that sheltered! he doesn't think so, at least.]
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[Or so she assumes for the time being, at least.]
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[and he still has no idea what it even is.]
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[It's almost like she sounds affronted, somehow.]
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[apparently malls in insomnia do not have hot topic even if they probably should.]
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[it's like a parody of itself, the city he's from having a name like that. final fantasy shinjuku is as edgy as noct himself, apparently.]
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...Insomnia. Why am I not surprised?
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...which most people assume from him anyway, even if they don't realize he's, y'know. the prince.]
Because... it's not that surprising? [that he's from insomnia? he guesses?]
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I mean, I feel like it would be for most people. Who names a town Insomnia</i?
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Whoever built it, I guess. Not like I was alive way back then.
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[She shakes her head. Definitely weird.]
Insomnia just sounds like the setting of a poorly written horror movie.
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[that said:]
It's not anything like a horror movie. Just a normal city.
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[She has many questions.]
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Maybe I'd agree if I'd ever seen one. Haven't though, so... kinda moot, isn't it?
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[It probably does not, but she's going with it.]
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