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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American type? What does that mean or 4-4-0 or... any of it. Explain.
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[His tone is clearly annoyed at this point, but he tries to be polite again as he continues.]
I arrived here the same as you. On that... that thing. However, I have never heard those words in my life so I would appreciate it if you would explain them. Let's start with American. You mentioned something about other countries, what did you mean by that?
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Well, I'm not sure how to exactly put it in simple words. You see, the world is full different kind of people and different places like this. I'm from one of those different places, you see, but it's also accurate to say that all those different places are from me as I seem to have imagined them. [ ??? ] -- Well, don't worry about that.
Tell me where you're from instead.
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[The way this man was speaking... it was like he was speaking to a child, and yet somehow still making it confusing.]
I am aware of the different places, of countries and continents... But not once have I heard the term American. Explain that and that alone.
I am from Firenze.
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I have an idea. [ See? ]
[ He squats down on the ground and begins drawing the globe as he understands it, marking the lines with a stick from nearby. He starts with a circle, naturally, then he draws the United States and bunch of other vague continents. When he's done, he marks where he's from with an X.
Like this. ]
Okay, now you show me where you're from.
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Here. But these continents- [He gestures to the Americas] They don't exist. No map I've seen has ever shown them- well, for good reason.
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[ How did the Mafia get to be a thing in the US, he wonders? ]
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[ IT KIND OF IS??? ]
We discover new places in this world every day. For example - I haven't the slightest idea where this town is on the map.
[ It also doesn't seem to bother him for some reason. ]
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[It definitely is! While he's realized he's not going to get straight answers out of this man, he's still trying for some reason.]
When was this discovered? Is it American?