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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How unfortunate. I would've liked to become some historical hero, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. I doubt that municipality has anything to do with my family, at least... those I am familiar with.

[Ezio laughs, though some of his own words are nagging at him. His future isn't something he's used to thinking about, aside from things like planning to kill the Pope.]

Although you might not be my first choice for who to spend the night with, I think we'll get along fine, Signor Lecter. I hope you won't mind my occasional questions about the future, mostly to do with inventions... but you can also feel free to ask me about my time and I will do my best to answer.

[ Hannibal doesn't offer anything to the first part, though he does tuck the idea away. He can imagine it would be strange to know your friends were lauded in history, while you fell to obscurity at best, but it's nothing he feels the need to pick on just yet. Though the fact that he calls himself a hero is just as much a little detail that Hannibal tucks away. People that call themselves heroes tend to be very interesting people.

But that's all well underneath the surface of pleased politeness. He nods lightly as Ezio mentions questions of the future, and he beats him to what he had planned to ask in return. ]

That is all I would ask. As a scholar, it's quite fascinating. I will attempt not to bore you too much with my questions that may seem quite inane.

[ He looks to Ezio's wrists as he continues to indicate the blades hidden there. ]

I would be glad to answer any questions you may have. You've quite an interesting invention yourself, so the interest may be mutual.

I can be a bit of a scholar myself from time to time, so do not worry. I can understand the curiosity, and I don't doubt my questions will seem obvious to you in turn.

[He flicks his wrist again, and the blade pops out once more. One more flick, and it's gone. His gestures are practiced to the point of being second nature.]

It's not as interesting as you may think. It's a weapon, I could have easily been given my sword or dagger instead. As for my questions... hm.

[Hannibal's lucky he hasn't seen the toilet or shower yet, since he would be asking about that.]

Would it be safe to assume people in the future are less likely to carry weapons on their person? But also that... those handheld firearms, those are a more popular choice, no?

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