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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[ That seems to startle her, and she keeps her chin down as she shuffles what's on the desk and goes through the drawers. She'll have to get down on her hands and knees to see under the desk... ]
Um, it's Xion! I should have introduced myself... [ A sheepish laugh. ] What's yours?
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[He bows a bit. It's a tad too formal, but he wants to give a good first impression. Xion looks rather young, if this situation turns out to be dangerous she may need help, so he wants to look relatively dependable]
Yes, brave. Many would simply let me take all the responsibility.
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... just kinda ...
... ducks down under the desk. That'll hide her embarrassment, surely!
From beneath it: ]
Well ... that would be mean!
[ Nailed it.
Finding nothing, Xion gets to her feet with a sigh and starts running her hands over the walls. ]
... are you worried, Tarvek?
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No, I'm not worried. I believe I'll be okay, I'm not going to let myself be easy prey for that Sheriff.
[Speaking of that Sheriff, he may be upstairs. Tarvek slowly starts ascending the stairs, trying to listen if that robot is up there]
It's okay to be worried, but people like him will try to take advantage of that.
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So what if they get in trouble. So what if they get in trouble... ]
Well ... that's good. [ Somewhat disconcerted. He's pretty confident, huh? ] It's just ... you don't think people will shoot each other?
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We don't have a reason to shoot each other. We should all be okay.
[And if anyone shoots anyone else before the day ends, well...it's going to be awkward]
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You think so, too? That's what I've been thinking. Why would we even want to do something like that? [ For the first time, she even smiles a little. ] It's way too weird.