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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But Xion's trying not to think about the things that happened just before she awoke on the train. Instead she's trying to think as hard as she can about what's going on here, especially seeing ... all of this.
Jason's footsteps still manage to startle her, but she is ready by the time he approaches. With a slightly shaky sigh, she gets to her feet. Her expression is tight and grim. ]
Expecting us... they must have been. There were all those keys, too. But... graves? Do they think we're going to...
[ Xion trails off, one of her hands curling into a fist. ]
But ... why would we shoot each other, like he said? I... [ For the first time, Xion looks at Jason, really taking him in. ] ... I'm sorry. [ Her voice quiets, and she swallows, suddenly uncomfortable. ] I ... guess I'm just a little overwhelmed.
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[To answer her more, uh, morbid question. He's thought about it. Talked about it. Some disagree, of course. But he's not enough of an optimist to think it wouldn't happen sooner or later. You don't hand out free weapons like candy unless you expect people to use them, after all. And while most people wouldn't admit to being capable of shooting another person if they thought it would benefit them in some way?
Well.]
It's fine. You don't have to apologize. [Shoving his hands in his new pockets, trying to be as casual as possible. He offers her a small smile.] I'm more surprised by the people who aren't overwhelmed by all of this. It's not every day you get dragged to a place like this. Or at least, y'know, I'd hope not.
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[ The way she says it ... isn't really a question, though. It's soft, and sad, and thoughtful. It's like ... she already knows.
When he smiles at her, her eyes search his face, like there will be some kind of answer there to a question she hasn't asked. In the end, she smiles, too. ]
I guess that's true. I just... [ She shakes her head quickly. ] It's nothing. Um, I'm -- I'm Xion. [ Her ... grave is beside her, so he's likely already seen her name, but it's polite to introduce yourself, right? ]