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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[ So waking up on a train rather than a white room is pretty weird... Yeah! Okay, but maybe it's better than hearing a nurse on a tv call you a deranged maniac... Or calling you a useless piece of garbage.
... Maybe? Man, who knows.
Russell just kind of watches the sheriff disappear, not even an ounce of worry on his face. ]
This is the dream, isn't it...
[ BUMMER. ]
Sometime later
[ Well, Russell grabbed the key but... There's a lot of people around here he doesn't know.
It's almost makes him a bit antsy. It was already worse enough earlier when people were freaking out... There was so much noise... But thankfully it calmed down. ]
Do we listen to the guy earlier... I mean... He told us to get dinner.
[ He furrows his eyebrows, just a bit confused. Wow, he actually doesn't remember the last time he ate. ] Where would we get that?
wildcard!
[ just surprise me!? hmu
Sometime later
[In which case Tarvek is screwed]
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I can't really cook... Maybe there's a place where someone can cook for us.
[ Hopefully, at least. ]
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[He tilts his head a bit]
There must be someone selfless enough to not mind cooking for other people too.
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[ Some of these strangers, they don't look all too nice! It definitely makes Russell a bit anxious being around so many people. ]
You could maybe... Hm... find something that doesn't require cooking.
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[She looks like fifteen, after all]
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Then... Maybe offer to help cook, or clean the dishes, or something? She might like that.
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I hadn't thought of that. I could try, but I admit I'd have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not used to doing that kind of tasks.
sometime later
[ Orders are orders. Higekiri is immune to commotion, that is the sword life right there. Helping out a kid is no problem though, especially one who looks anxious. He's a bit hungry too, so that is A+ motivation right there. ]
I guess we'll have to look around for it, so would you like to come with me?
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Russell definitely looks a bit unsure! This is a stranger he's talking to... You know, stranger danger. But then, he's surrounded by a bunch of strangers. However, there is a small nod because he doesn't want to say no to help..!
But he has to ask one question, cautiously. ]
... Who are you?
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[ There are definitely a lot of strangers. Too bad Higekiri has been surrounded by them for a thousand years, most of them not as a frail human who can die easily, to know what danger there is in so many around them. Like, he can stab a stranger if they're danger...ous. ]
I'm not good with names, and they don't matter much to me. But it's polite to ask what's yours, as I've learned.
[ A reassuring smile! He wants to do a thing and be helpful. Smiles are also easier than names. ]
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[ It's almost reassuring..! Russell's shoulders actually relax. He learned probably a bit too much about the east by being around Kantera and listening to him speak so often. Though, he doesn't dress the same, if that's the case.
There's a small pause before he decides to give his own name, as soft spoken as ever. ]
Russell... It's fine if you don't remember it, though, but it's nice to meet you too... I guess.
[ He's never really made much of an impact on people, so he wouldn't even be offended if they don't remember his name? So, there's that. ]