robowest | [ WEEK ONE

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[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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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arrival;

[ Sara's not exactly amused. She'd appeared asleep on the train ride, but once it had stopped, her eyes are bright, her gaze is sharp, and she's looking around to take in everything-- or maybe to figure out just where the hell an entire group of students disappeared off to.

Either way, once the Sheriff leaves, she's resting a hand on her hip and sighing very gustily. ]

Come on. What kind of orienteering exercise is this? At least I made mine fun and exciting!

saturday;

[ You will likely find Sara in one of two places. First, and more happily, she'll be in the saloon, gazing rather fondly at the array of alcohol behind the bar before she... slips behind the counter and shoots whoever walks in a grin. ]

So, what'll it be? Beer, cocktail, or Oh-No-I-Just-Walked-In-There's-Been-A-Mistake-I'm-Underage?

[ Never mind that she's asking this while holding a pretty full beer mug.

Otherwise... you'll find her in the graveyard, frowning the longer she walks among the graves. But if you ask her about it, she'll just smile faintly at first and tilt her head. It's probably a mood-killer to point this out, she thinks, but this wasn't exactly a surprise vacation sprung on her for being such a great teacher.

Probably. ]

Notice anything odd about these?

wildcard;

[ Literally any shenanigans you want to drag Sara into, she's game. ]

[He's underaged but at the same time Percy's not stupid enough or good enough to say so. They wandered into a casino and stayed for a week when he was 12. He's used to being places he shouldn't, especially when it's not even his fault. Instead he's been trying to talk to as many people as he can and this was one of the places on his list. He doesn't exactly smile back, but there's a pleasant enough look on his face as he takes in the saloon.

There's also a small, booming "woof" from a friend sitting somewhere by his feet.]

What do you recommend?

[ Sara's giving him a good, long look-- and an even longer look at the dog, because goodness, that sure as hell is one droopy-looking dog. ]

Water for your friend, maaaaaybe some sorta cider for you. I'm still not clear on the law enforcement here.

[ What a fine, upstanding teacher to the youth she is. ]

[Don't mind him. He still looks a little run-over, tattered clothes and minor bruises and cuts but his demeanor's still calm all the same. The one thing that doesn't appear damaged is the leather cord with four clay beads on it, all different colors and images. The dog at his feet woofs again, wagging her tail and Percy doesn't even want think about if water here will do something weird to Mrs. O'Leary.]

Since our Sheriff ditched us I don't think we have any. [But he nods.] But why not?

[He might not drink it immediately, but it gives him an excuse to stick around.] Where do you think he went anyway?

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