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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I would think a woman as beautiful as yourself would have every man in the world to choose from, but then again most men hardly know how to speak to a woman.
[Ezio looks to her with a playful smirk.]
I hope I'm able to capture your interest then. It sounds like a challenge.
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[One was even earnest, the poor, sweet man. If there's some sort of afterlife, she hopes he has a rewarding one. But she's not that kind of woman. Or wasn't? Marriage had never been an option, beyond a vague promise to use as a tool.]
I suppose we'll have to see, won't we? You haven't bored me yet.
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[Which is why he's here with her. They're approaching the saloon now and as he opens the door for her once more, he asks,]
May I ask what exactly has captured your interest? I'm curious.
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[It's said with a teasing note, more a joke than anything. As though all that passes between men and women has ever been more than a job for her, a means to an end.]
[But she has always had her pick of them, theoretically. Simply no leave to act on it.]
You're polite, but not overly so. You aren't falling to pieces under the circumstances or focusing on them to the exclusion of all else. It gives the impression that you're that sort who tries to do the most with what they've been given.
And I like the way you talk, it sounds like spoken music.
[He's also easy on the eyes, but that's never been much of a concern for Lust. He simply seems like someone who won't irritate her after more than an hour, and was overt in his interest.]
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At her explanation, he takes a playful bow. Honestly, he wasn't expecting that much, maybe something about his roguish good looks, but her words were quite flattering.]
Grazie, madonna. You're too kind. If I'm to be truthful of my own interest... you are quite beautiful. But you are also easy to talk to, and you have a sense of capability that's difficult to describe. Maybe an air of mystery? You've yet to bore me, of course.
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[Lust's eyes gleam as she sweeps into the saloon, heading immediately to the bar itself in search of a passable wine. Something red and rich would suit her mood.]
And possessed of a vast number of capabilities. [She leans on the bar, lips curved in a playful smile.]
What's your pleasure?
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Hm, I'm sure this place has something that I like.
[He joins her at the bar, not yet parkouring over to grab a bottle.]
Wine is always good, though. There's a number of vineyards where I'm from, actually.
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[She knows this game well. She was taught extensively how to play it, and he makes it so easy. It's actually a bit fun, flirting with no pressures or ulterior motives.]
[And it's a welcome distraction from puzzling over the day's events and what may come. Why not take what advantage of her new found freedom that she can?]
[Her master would seethe, to see her right now.]
An excellent choice. I'm partial to wine myself. I know whiskey and rye abounds, but I'm sure we can find something for our more refined palettes.
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[It's a bit like a dance, he thinks. Although in this case, he's not sure who's leading. It feels... equal, in a way.]
Would you like me to pick something out then? It seems the service here isn't very good, but we do have the place to ourselves.
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[She moves to perch on the bar, ankles crossed. It's so strange, the empty town. Was it emptied, or made wholecloth for them? Question upon question without answer...]
I'll leave the selection to you. All I know about wine is that I like the reds.
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[He hops on over the bar, taking some time to look through the large selection of alcohol. Eventually he decides on something red and definitely rich in both senses of the word. Ezio pours a glass for both of them, leaning close to her on the other side of the bar.]
I wonder if it's possible for this place to run out... It would take some time to test, though. Unless we started smashing bottles, that is.
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[Oh, this is a pleasant distraction. She takes the offered glass, lifting it in thanks.]
I'm sure if we all put our minds to it, we could bleed this place dry. But then we'd be deprived of spirits, and god alone knows how long we're going to be stuck here.
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[He takes a sip of his wine, but he's a bit distracted as he continues.]
That would make sense, but... again, how long will we be here? With everything that's happening, would it be so surprising if it replaced itself? It all sounds like some sort of sorcery, but I thought the same of the train at first.
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[Lust sips her wine as she thinks aloud, brows drawing together.]
Money, man power, all of it. And perhaps it's a paranoid mind, but I can't help but wonder at giving us no information, no guidance, weapons, and access to vast quantities of alcohol.
Law of statistics insists not everyone here is as polite and amenable as you and I.