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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robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
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[ With a delicate face, really long eyelashes and a girly haircut, granted. But he isn't bothered at all by that comment. More by the description of the girl, like an almost normal person. ]
I haven't seen a girl like that. Shouldn't you try to find her before she gets sick or hurt, not after?
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[Congrats, Higekiri, you've officially set yourself up to be called girly forever.]
And where would the fun in that be?
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[ He had it coming, really. Too bad being insulted flies over his head in a way. Swords are pretty, water is wet. ]
It's easier and a little boring, but it depends. Is she your enemy or your friend?
[ The former are a little enjoyable to see suffer... but why look for your enemies at a time like this? ]
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[He's not going to give a straight answer to that question.]
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[ Asked with sincere curiosity, since in between is not the answer he'd expect. You have comrades or enemies, not both in one person. ]
Ah, I haven't seen my brother either, but he's better at finding me than the other way around. Maybe the girl will find you instead!
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... I'm pretty sure she's much more noticeable than I am. I have much less of a tendency to announce to everyone how I'm a super genius, you should all prostrate yourselves before me, etc.
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[ A beat. ]
Would you be glad were she not here?
[ It's a possibility, since it seems there are only those from the train here and that Sheriff person, no one else. ]
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[He shrugs.]
I don't know, she'd probably be making a really funny face right about now.
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[ He hums thoughtfully. ]
I kill monsters and preserve history for them. Oh, and I do chores.
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[NOT REALLY but everything is weird here, so.]
Should we be counting on you for that here too, then?
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I don't know. I have a feeling I'm on my own and that's a little strange.
[ ...Was that a stomach? ]
But I think we could use some food instead of a blond, flat, genius girl to laugh at.
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[Ugh, just thinking about food is making him even hungrier.]
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We were told to get dinner, so it should be easy to find where to eat, right?
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[don't mind him he's just being a bit of a drama queen right now]
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[ drama queening shortens your lifespan! Like that's a concern here. ]
I think the store should have food, I saw shelves of things from the window.
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[Though he's willing to take that risk right now tbh.]