robowest | [ WEEK ONE

ARRIVAL

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

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Traveling at night isn't necessarily out of the cards for him, but just one thing.]

Do you know how to fight off coyotes?

Do I know how to fight off things, or just coyotes in particular?

Let's go with both. [Just because he's interested.]

I'm completely helpless.

[Ah.]

A light source should be your first priority then, yeah. Just in case. [It's either Percy thinks something doesn't add up or he doesn't think Shinnosuke will do anything about it, who knows with him.]

I'll keep that in mind.

What about you? How well can you fend off coyotes?

I just need a pen.

... And then, what, stab them in the eye? Are you trying to build suspense here?

[Now probably isn't the time to say "and then I'll uncap it, it'll turn into a sword and I can slice it if I have to but I have to find my pen first because it hasn't magically returned to my pocket yet."

So. He shrugs.]

No, I've just had experience out in the wilderness for a while. Don't worry about it too much.

[Shinnosuke could understand... his magic headphones aren't working properly, so he too can no longer turn things into swords. It's a sad life.]

Your vagueness doesn't inspire confidence, but whatever you say—it's none of my business anyway, as long as you don't get mauled and then blame me for sending you out there.

[There's going to be a whole lot of sad characters who're stuck without magical items. Sucks to be them. Percy's not even used to people outside of demigods and other mythical beings having access to stuff like that.

But yeah, he knows. He laughs a little in response because the vagueness probably doesn't help anybody. Instead, he pauses and holds out his hand for a handshake.] I won't blame you if you don't blame me. Deal?

[He glances down at the hand, makes a bit of a face (sorry, Percy), before looking back up with his usual smirk.]

Sorry, I'm allergic to handshakes. You'll just have to take my word that it's a deal.

Yeah. I'll be sure to do that. [He's still suspicious!!! But he's turning anyway to head off.] Good luck with the coyotes. I'll let you know if I find out anything else about the boundary line.

Likewise, assuming you haven't kicked it by then.

[Shinnosuke doesn't believe in ~allies~ or anything, but gotta work with people once in a while to be productive... though this is also why he's not bothering to ask for the guy's name, which they've failed to exchange this entire time they've been talking, oops—]

That would be just sad, man. [It's said over his shoulder but unfortunately in some cases Percy likes to try and get the last word, especially when someone strikes his curiosity. Too bad he has no idea who the guy is? Oh well, whatever. Good job, boys. Rest assured he'll probably keep track of him in the future anyway.]

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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