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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To be fair, Russell didn't expect someone to actually answer- so he immediately whips himself around a bit startled at the sudden voice! ]
Yeah-- It seems like--
[ Then sudden "DOG". Russell is definitely getting out of the way, oh my god. It seems friendly though. The man seems ... Okay, too? Maybe? Russell definitely looks very unsure. ]
Is that your's? He seems to like you... I guess we share this room.
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[With a bit of work, Ocelot manages to maneuver back into a sitting position against the hallway wall, but DD just rolls into his lap instead of getting off of him. He's definitely not lap-dog-sized.]
Yeah, I... I'm his trainer, if you can believe that. He's acting real lonely, guess he's been by himself for awhile.
[Sighs and rubs one of DD's ears.]
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Though, Russell frowns a bit... He misses his own pet, too. Well, what can you do... ]
The train ride felt pretty short... Or maybe I was just asleep for a long time. Uhm, if we're going to be in the same room... My name is Russell, by the way, I'll try not to get in the way.
[ He's super bad at introductions, but you know. He's trying. ]
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Name's Ocelot. Fancy meeting you, Russell.
[At least he manages to get his hand up to offer an awkwardly angled handshake.]
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He's a tad bit hesitant, but he doesn't want to be completely rude, so he ends up shaking the man's hand. ]
I wanted to ask, if you know where we are... Since I'm a bit lost.
[ since, he might as well. It's not every day you're taken to the wild west. ]
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Looks a whole lot like the kind of set you'd see in a western, but I've never been right inside a place like this before.
[DD rolls onto his back without leaving Ocelot's lap. So he gets belly-skritches now.]
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[ He spent most of his time... Playing video games? And other stuff. Not much in the wild west department, sadly. ]
The dog's ... Friendly, right? [ Time to ask the Real important questions. ] If that's what it is.
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