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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[And better her than someone who she's assuming is a civilian. Sei trusts her instincts and her reflexes, so she'll step around Rin to push the door open the rest of the way and brazenly walk right inside. Brave? Yes. Foolhardy? Most likely, but she's not dead yet, so that's a good thing.]
...the coast seems clear to me!
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Not that she can even feel anything, not like she's supposed to. There had been so much energy before she lost conscious, she's certain that she'd still be feeling it from Fuyuki for weeks. But it's gone, and so is her own.
With a thoughtful hum, she's stepping inside after her. ]
You're the carefree type of guy, is that right?
[ She's begun looking around... it seems like a clothing shop. ]
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[Sei rubs at the back of her head, smiling sheepishly.]
We have enough things to worry about without worrying about what's behind every single door, right?
[And behind this door is... clothes, apparently. She eyes some of the offerings curiously, running a hand over the fabric. Denim just feels weird to her.]
...what is all this stuff...?
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Terrible fashion.
[ ...but something just came to mind. ]
Do you think that man will get angry if we, um... borrow some of it? We were brought here without any explanations, after all!
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[Sei crosses her arms and studies the clothing for a few long moments before puffing out her cheeks in annoyance.]
Kidnapping is wrong, too, so it's only fair if we use whatever's here.
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[ And now she's digging through the racks of clothing in order to find something... even slightly usable. Plaid. So much plaid. Eventually she's pulling out a red shirt that is basically... slightly-less-plaid than the rest of it. ]
What do you think?
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Red's a really flattering color for you, Miss!
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T-then I guess it'll work as a replacement.
[ ...she's stuffing it inside her jacket like she's afraid someone's going to bring up shoplifting. Again. ]
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Why not look around for some more things? If you need help carrying them back to the hotel, I'd be glad to assist you.
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[ It's a very detailed one, though... almost like it's real. ]
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[She blinks rapidly, confused, and brings up her arm to get a better look at her sleeve before glancing back at Rin.]
These are just my regular clothes...
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[Sei just doesn't get it.]
I have to admit, I'm a little surprised. I didn't think western-style clothing was as widespread as it seems to be here...
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