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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[Popping that "p."]
And lemme guess: You weren't, either.
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What do you think our chances are of getting it up and running again?
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[Which is less skeevy, though.]
Unless it's suddenly broken? Decently high, I think. [... Hm.] Want to try hot-wiring a train?
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But sure. I don't know a lot about hot-wiring anything, but we can take a look. [Leo did most of the repairs on the Argo II but Percy knows how to follow instructions sometimes.]
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[He won't press for details, though. Go forth and be as dubious as you want, Percy.]
You can watch and learn, then. Ignitions and I go way back.
[... Don't be proud about car theft, Jason.
But anyway, he'll start heading back to the train if Percy is ready.]
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Should he be worried? Nah, not really, but he's curious.]
How different do you think a train's going to be from a car?
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Which basically means Percy Jackson is about to follow a shortstack dressed like a traffic light. Sorry that Jason Todd is still on the wrong end of puberty.]
Pretty different. I'd be surprised if it was the same, especially with the design of this thing. I dunno about you, but this doesn't look state of the art to me.
[Is this like, a coal train? Things that should be double checked but it's 3am.]
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Nothing about this place looks up to date, but if it got us here there has to be an easy way to turn it on. [...wait a minute.] ...here's a question. Who was conducting the train?
[Did the conductor get off with them? He doesn't remember.]
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... Good question. I don't remember seeing anyone step out of the conductor's cart.
[Then again, he was freaking out over his sudden state of being. Maybe he missed it? GJ, Todd.]
Do you?
[Obviously not, or he wouldn't have asked in the first place.]
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He pauses in such a check, staring under one of the seats and seemingly frozen thanks to Jason's response.]
I was asleep until the train stopped. [And he sounds a little frustrated about that.] And then I had to find--[And it's just barely there, but there's a break in the conversation that shows he's switching what he was originally going to say.]--out how many of us there were. When I was looking at the crowd on the platform I didn't see anybody who looked like they knew how to operate a train.
[He gets up to stand at his full height that absolutely towers over Jason.] Maybe that's where we should be checking, too?