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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[He... doesn't even know where to begin with that, because this guy just gets more psycho the more he talks??]

... Yes, you got us. We brought you back and put you in the Wild West. Just for shits and giggles, you know? That makes perfect sense.

[ i'm sorry shinnosuke ]

Well, it certainly seems that way, doesn't it? [ he responds harshly. he can laugh, but that's sort of exactly what it looks like........ ]

[................ he's almost starting to feel sorry for ash and his completely inability to comprehend the situation.]

... Okay, sarcasm aside, you seriously haven't realized that we all got off that train with you, listened to that guy's speech alongside you, and are all just as confused and kidnapped as you are?

Of course I'm aware of that, you dolt. That doesn't explain why I've come back from the dead. And the only ones that could have done it are you humans. Whoever survived.

[ he sounds unhappy about being alive again, although it might just be the impotent rage speaking. ]

Even pretending I believe that, why would you immediately assume that people who've been abducted alongside you would have the answer? Believe it or not, we don't exist in a hivemind where we can all read each other's thoughts.

[why is he doing this. who put him in charge of trying to explain things to crazy angry people.]

Who else could have done it, with so few of you surviving in the first place?! This conversation is going on too long with far too few answers, little boy.

[ shinnosuke having a point is only making him angrier... ]

[edging away........]

I think that's your fault, actually.

... How about this: you've been transplanted to an alternate reality where humanity hasn't been decimated or whatever it is you think happened, so anything you say about only a few humans surviving is moot.

What kind of nonsense is that? You expect me to believe something so ridiculous?

[ it might as well be magic!! he cannot accept this. ]

Yes.

[come on ash he's trying here]

I don't think so.

[ taking a step forward again... he wishes he had some kind of weapon. ]

[everyone pray ash doesn't find his gun]

... You know what, I think I'll leave it to Mr. Sheriff to explain things to you on Sunday. See you never, and try not to kill anyone until then!

[waving as he quickly... gets away...]

[ he considers chasing after him, but decides it's not worth it. He seems like he has no information... and he's a coward, too.

TIME TO FIND HIS GUN ]

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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