robowest | [ WEEK ONE

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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[ Yeah she's staring, where did they even get you, child, are you a cosplayer or something—well that sure is blood. ]

That's absolutely something to worry about!

[ Shouts the girl who is equally covered in her own blood, with a giant hole in the stomach of her shirt. ]

Are you alright?

Kind of the pot calling the kettle black.

[Gestures at the hole in her shirt??? And side steps that question like a pro. He is definitely Not Okay but that's not something he wants to examine too closely.]

Are you alright? I've heard of pants with holes in 'em, but shirts with holes don't sound like cutting edge fashion.

[ ...well she's catching that, but she'll have to question him later. ]

There was no avoiding ruining one of my favourite tops. [ ...pause. ] More importantly, my injury seems to have disappeared. Please tell me that's the case with you.

[He's already checked himself over, but he still rolls his shoulders to make sure. It doesn't hurt to move, so whatever patched him up went beyond simply closing his wounds. Cool?]

Yeah. It's the same with me.

[He considers the wound on her stomach a bit more, before adding:]

... Unless St. Peter did some serious redecorating, I don't think this is the afterlife. So question is — how did an injury like that [her's, he means] go poof without you noticing?

[Ignoring the fact he got the shit beaten out of him with a crowbar, obviously.]

[ OBVIOUSLY. ]

I fell unconscious, but I don't think there was anyone around to bring me to a hospital.

[ It's technically the truth, but she's not ready to admit to the magus thing yet. Still, she can't imagine Sakura being able to heal her at that point... maybe the magic crest kept her alive?

It wouldn't fix it this much, though. ]

Unfortunately, I only woke up after. Whatever was done to me was done during then.

[ ...it's gross?? Who's been prodding at her body, wtf, perverts. ]

[He furrows his brows. "Unconscious" isn't a word he'd use to describe what happened to him, but he also doesn't want to admit he's supposed to be dead... so...]

That makes two of us, then. I remember blacking out and — nothing. Nada. There wasn't anyone around who could drive me to a hospital, either.

[Technically true. The one person who was with him wouldn't have been able to do anything to save him. Hah.]

Somehow, I get the feeling asking the Sheriff isn't going to help us figure things out. Not until Sunday, anyway, if you wanna be an optimist.

I somehow doubt that he's going to give me a satisfying answer. What could make up for something like this? [ It might not be all bad, but she... while she's alive now, she's not sure what the situation is like back there. That's infinitely more important than whatever the hell this is supposed to be. ] Not that I want to complain about being alive, but it's really concerning how it happened.

A truck full of ice cream and a first class flight back home?

[He's. Joking. But it falls short for obvious reasons.]

Believe me, I hear you. If whoever's in charge of this place has the power to make our injuries go away like they're nothing, what else are they capable of?

[ She sure doesn't want to answer that.

Or, more like... she sure can't answer that. Not until she's certain that there's no point in hiding the entire magi thing. There's too many people here, and too many unknowns. ]

So you don't think it's natural?

[ She doesn't, but... she'll think on some other opinions first. ]

Of course not. What about this [gesturing at their missing injuries] strikes you as natural?

[Assuming she's a normal, squishy human like him with no powers, anyway.]

It doesn't, but isn't it hard to believe otherwise? There aren't many points of reference for me to consider.

Either way, I don't think it is either, but I wanted to make sure. At most I can imagine that we were left to heal, then redressed in our clothes, but I'm not sure what the point would be.

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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