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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[ He's gathered enough of the flowers to at least take a fair amount of the burden so that she's not leaving a magical girl-esque trail of flower petals behind her. Maybe that's a shame, because it would definitely be appropriate?? ]
Please, lead the way and I will follow.
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Hey, Mister Lecter, do you have a favorite flower?
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[ He answers with a smile in his voice, but there's a brief pause before he continues. Hannibal has to think on the answer, since there are a fair amount of flowers that he likes, but picking a favorite is more difficult. But eventually, he decides on one. ]
The Queen of Night. It is a particular variety of tulip that comes in a beautiful, dark shade. It is not truly black, but a deep enough purple that you could mistake it for such.
[ He smiles, then returns the question with a smile: ]
What about yours? If I were to guess, I would imagine yours would be a bit brighter.
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But she doesn't have to think at all to answer his question.]
I like cherry blossoms! Pink is my favorite color, and they're really beautiful when you get to see them falling from the trees and getting scattered by the wind. And they're symbols of life that way. [She shifts her flower bundle in her arms, and adds:] And my best friend likes them a lot because they're a national symbol.
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[ Though her answer doesn't surprise him at all, and he even laughs lightly. ]
I've only known you for a few minutes, but I must admit, this is a fitting choice. It suits you very well.