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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Xion doesn't want to answer that question. Shy and uncertain, she tucks her hair behind her ear and shakes her head. Realizing that will look like an answer, she bursts out with an: ]
Umm--
[ And shakes her head rapidly. Again. ]
Well -- I'll be your friend! [ her own outburst seems to surprise her. Now that she's said it, she can't really take it back, and she swallows, determined to make good on her word. ] After all, if we're all going to be here together, then ... we should be friends, shouldn't we?
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either way, the outburst and general demeanor still reminds him a bit of iris. bubbly, dark-haired teenagers with a bit of pluckiness to them. it's not a bad thing, even if noct isn't sure whether he's more comfortable with something that feels strangely familiar...
or uncomfortable, because he's just not great at dealing with with girls like that.]
Not really sure that argument will work with everyone else.
["hey, we're all here together so we should be friends" sounds a little too rpg protag for him.
(funny how that goes, huh?)
still, he manages a small smile through his tension about everything.]
But it's probably better to go through it with a friend than alone. [his guard is still way, way up but... he'd rather take the positive route here for now.]
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[ She genuinely looks a little put out that that argument won't work on anyone else. Since ... like ... why not? That's how she became friends with her besties back home.
But when he smiles her shoulders drop, making her own tension clear. She smiles back at him, still shy, but a little braver now. ]
I think so, too! We're going to have to work together, right? So ... it's good to be friends. I'm Xion! What's your name?
[ She clasps her hands behind her back, looking a little more cheerful than a moment ago. ]
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it can get messy.
but he can see that her intentions are good. he can't really argue that figuring all of it out alone just isn't feasible, and... well. she still reminds him a bit of iris, in a way. it makes it a little harder for him to say no.]
Noctis.
[he says it friendly enough but... well, he's just not great at conversation with near-strangers.]
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[ She's trying really, really hard to be cheerful. She's terrified, honestly, and upset. But moping won't help, will it?
His conversational reticence doesn't seem to bother her one bit, either. ]
Hey, do you want to look around together? I'm sure we can cover more ground if there's two of us, instead of just one.
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either way... he appreciates the effort. they're all in a pretty crappy position like this, and it does kind of keep noct from having his own little outburst.]
...Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. [which, ah.
right.] Anyone you're looking for, while we're at it?
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His question produces a ... not a pause, but a stillness. Like she's internalizing those words and deciding exactly what to do with them. Her eyes search Noct's face for an extended moment. ]
... yeah. A boy with silver hair.
[ More clearly answering the question he'd asked earlier. There is someone here that Xion knows. ]
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[he doesn't know all that many people with silver hair himself—neither of them boys, so it definitely wouldn't be anyone he knows. but still, it's a decent enough descriptor when it's not the most common of hair colors to see around anyway.]
Guess we'll see what we can find, right?