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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[ a frown, as she looks around again. ]
...I know you're not Mr. Fashion, but take a look around. Some of these clothes styles don't fit our time period. We could be in a situation like the hotel.
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[Not that Tartarus was better than here, but it's a good cover for now. There's a brief elbow to her ribs thanks to the remark about his clothes, but he's also taking the time to glance over their company.] Could explain the wild west decor, too. If that's true, don't eat or drink anything anybody gives you yet until everything checks out. We can't get stuck somewhere for days again.
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I have to say that we've definitely had better dates. Speaking of: there's little to no point in pretending that's not a thing. You have no poker face.
[ #romance ]
...Also, I would have thought the not eating or drinking anything until we were sure about it thing was obvious, but yes. Add it to our to do list. We can revisit the idea tonight? Talking to the more egregiously ill-dressed people might clear up what's going on there.
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I can think of a few better ones. And I can totally keep a straight face about it! [Other than he's still grinning at her? Percy's already kind of ruining the effect, but maybe it's a combination of Annabeth being with him and mild hysteria from trauma, who knows.] If it comes up, it comes up, if it doesn't it'll come up later.
I'm just making sure. [Considering he also ends up breaking that rule on Saturday with Sara Percy's the one who needs help tbh.] Good plan. Someone has to remember something, there's too many of us. [Shaking his head.] I'll meet you out in front of the hotel at sunset. We have a few hours.
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also for the love of god percy at least!!! try to be careful!! (neither of them is good at being careful, this is pointless) ] That sounds good, though - enough time to try to speak to most of these people if not all of them. I'd say "try to stay out of trouble" but when does anyone we know succeed there? Just don't disappear on me.
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I already told you you're not getting away from me again. I don't think there's anywhere for me to disappear to anyway. [He faces the platform once more and inhales deeply to prepare himself.] Don't scare too many people yet, okay?
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I'm sure that if anyone can find a place to disappear to, it would be you. [ she nudges his arm with her elbow, more a show of support than an attack. ] No promises, but I'll try. I'd say try to limit the number of people you decide we have to adopt, but I know you a bit too well for that. So just try not to get attached to anyone too questionable.
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