[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

[sheriffexe]

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 robowest!

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[generously]

arrival;
[ Once upon a time, characters stepping out of a train served as an epilogue to an incredible story. Incredible in the sense that you couldn't possibly believe it unless you were there. Today, it marks the beginning of another crazy event! These are the kind of weird things the cheerful man in a long dark trenchcoat thinks about. ]

Well, we weren't supposed to stop here, but it would be rude to decline the sheriff's invitation to dinner, don't you think?

[ He's also the type of man who would pose this question to anyone, even if he didn't exactly arrive alone. Yo! ]


day two;
[ By now, you may have overheard the young man introduce himself as Felix, and he can be found walking around the small town in the very early morning hours. Despite their strange predicament, he seems awfully chipper as he twirls a horseshoe in his hand. ]

Hey, how about a game of horseshoes? Also, what do you think is going on here? [ Somehow, that question came off as a secondary concern rather than something immediate. ]


ruckus!
[ This is the wildcard prompt, tag me with whatever you like! ]

arrival.

[tightly]

[ Just because Chane's voice might not work doesn't mean she's completely immune to creating sound. For instance, after a bizarre transition into an inexplicable town (that may or may not look out of place to people from the 1930s?), she might get very, very hungry.

And then her husband would mention dinner, and her stomach would rumble. Loudly. Embarrassingly so.

Good thing Chane doesn't get embarrassed!

She stays by his side, although peering around, and then tugs on Claire's sleeve to get his attention. ]

[generously]

[ Maybe it's a good thing Chane can't speak, as just the rumbling of her stomach gives him mad dokis. They could be starving together and he'd still be in a dream! What a weirdo. Of course, that's not something he's ever going to let happen to her.

He turns to her, offering his full undivided attention. ]

You're hungry, aren't you?

[tightly]

[ Well, yes, but—

More importantly, Chane gestures to the table of names and hotel keys. This is odd, something set up so well for them, but they'll never learn anything about their surroundings if they don't engage.

...

Another rumble. ]

Day Two

[dubiousalignment]

I accept. Horseshoe tossing, huh. Tarvek takes one of the horseshoes and turns it around in his hands. He's not unathletic or bad at aiming, but he's not very sure what to do]

I can't say it with certainty, but it seems the Sheriff wants us for some undeterminate purpose he made sure to hide very well. I have explored most of the places and there's nothing that could be a hint.

[Well, if he found something, he isn't sure he should be forthcoming with it. For now he wishes to keep all the cards close to his hest]

[generously]

You've already explored everything in such a short amount of time? I gotta say, that's very impressive.

[ A genuine compliment, even if it sounds like he's already done the same thing. ]

Are you some kinda detective back home?

[dubiousalignment]

[Tarvek is actually flattered by that. He relaxes a bit]

No, it's just what anyone would do. We're in a strange place, knowing the terrain is the most basic move, isn't it?

2

[uraniumnumnum]

[ Ash hates everybody, but he decides that he hates "Felix" particularly in this instant with that chipper attitude of his. The android wrinkles his nose, looking at him the same way one might look at a pesky bug. ]

No. [ he refuses despite the fact that he doesn't appear to actually be doing anything. ] And if I knew, I'd be stopping it.

[generously]

You mean stop this little vacation? So you think something bad is going on?

[ Interesting... ]

[uraniumnumnum]

[ a flat stare. Despite being a computer (or maybe because he is one), it takes him a second to actually formulate a response to this... ]

This isn't a vacation. This is a purgatory.

day two!!

[cherrypuncher]

[Yuna understands why most people can't keep up that sort of friendly energy around here and can't blame anyone for it, but she's still pretty happy to see someone else so easily rolling with the punches. By now, she's gone whole hog with the whole cowboy aesthetic; she's gotten herself jeans and a pink flannel and hasn't taken her cowboy hat off since she found it yesterday.]

I don't know. That man said he'd tell us tomorrow, though, so we should know soon. [insistent optimism and refusal to worry!!!] How do you play horseshoes?

[generously]

[ Precious kindred spirit!!! The man himself appears to have embraced the cowboy look, and for now he chooses to focus on her second question. ]

Horseshoes? It's actually really simple. All you gotta do is try to aim this horseshoe at a small pole. I haven't figured out how far I should set it though, what do you think?

[cherrypuncher]

Um, maybe...not very far...so I can practice, if that's okay? [It sounds easy but she's a melee fighter, aiming is hard.]

arrival

[elemancy]

How about we don't and just get to where we need to be instead.

[or maybe he just really isn't in the mood for detours. noctis never asked for this life!

this is just exhausting, he needs a nap. how is this guy so happy about this...

(are all redheads in trenchcoats friendly and cheerful in crappy situations?)]

[generously]

[ #NOTALLREDHEADS ]

You wanna turn down free food and a place to stay? You must be in a hurry.

[elemancy]

Places to go, people to see... [empires to deal with.] You know.

[though he has people to find first, so maybe the stop has merits, but still. this seems like a hassle he's not equipped to deal with.]

arrival!

[impulsiveness]

[While Felix has his fashionable coat, Jason's stuck in his blood stained costume for now. He turns to him like he's not exactly sure he heard him right, before his brain finally finishes rebooting and he finds an appropriate answer.]

Unless dinner's poisoned. Then it'd be smart to decline the sheriff's invitation.

[Look. He didn't make it to 15 by not being paranoid as heck.]

[generously]

Whoa, a costume again?! You must be from the circus now or else someone is playing a joke on me.

[ Wrong Robin again.

He does make note of the bloodstains, however. There is no mistaking about that. ]

[impulsiveness]

[Is ?????????????? an emotion, because Jason feels it.

Which is to say, he's making a face at Felix.]

Uh, no. Definitely not from the circus here. Someone's probably playing a joke on you.

ruckus (as foretold)

[beyeotic]

[Shared living situations are nothing new to Ana, nor is rooming with someone young. While sharing a room with a man (more of a boy, but she digresses) goes against many of her beliefs, this is not your typical situation. This cannot be helped and therefore she'll tolerate it. However this boy has an unmistakably strange air about him. It's one she can't quite put a finger on, but one that is still there none-the-less.

Still, best not to judge too harshly.

Ana observes the hat and pistol (as foretold) resting unassumingly in their shared room. She neglects the pistol for now, instead turning the wide-brimmed hat over in her hands. It feels oddly nostalgic.]

I can't say I've ever worn a hat such as this.

[Ana dusts off some ol' timey dust from it.]

It's not really my style. Moreso for someone... much younger than me.

[generously]

You don't think the hat suits me? That's kind of rude, isn't it? Then again, you are my senior and it's important that I treat you with respect.

[ Geez, that's kind of rude of him, too! More importantly, he means nothing by it and has already accepted this woman into his family without question. ]

Therefore, I must respectfully disagree! [ He dons his hat with some childlike pride. ] You should try yours on, too. Don't worry, I'm not going to humiliate you.

[beyeotic]

[She said no such thing but she's not going to take the time to correct the boy. Not like he's leaving her any room to, in any event.

It really is like watching a kid play dress up and it brings something of a smile to her face.]

Is it not disrespectful of your elders, telling them what to do?

day two;

[athenite]

[ he's caught a 17-year-old girl who mostly looks Intense and Terrifying, though it is doubtful claire would even mind that. annabeth frowns, though. ]

Is this really the time for that? As to what's going on...nothing good. There are a lot of discrepancies.

[generously]

Well, we got nothing else to do until something happens. [ Note that he isn't denying her observation that something is afoul. ]

How about a game of "I spy"?

[athenite]

[ damn. he isn't wrong. well, she and percy did agree to try to get to know people... ]

All right. Who am I playing with, though? I'm Annabeth.