[ 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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Comments

[generously]

[ Felix himself performed at a young age, but false statements are also an effective way of gathering responses. ]

Oh, don't worry! I don't have a badge or anything. What about you? What have you deduced about this place so far?

[bittybat]

That I'm speaking to an unlicensed detective with no international credibility. [Because Felix hadn't said he wasn't, just that there was no badge.] Simple: it's a town modeled after the American West.

[generously]

[ He looms over Damien, intentionally stepping a little closer and leaning forward. This kid is interesting. ]

You don't really think this is just a simple town, do you?

[bittybat]

[While Damian doesn't square up with Felix, he doesn't appear to be intimidated in the slightest by the crowding. He stands his ground.] What could it possibly be besides that?

[Two can play at Felix's game.]

[generously]

[ From an outsider's perspective, it's hard to tell whether they're feuding or getting along right now. ]

Who knows for sure? The game, as they say, is afoot. ...And you've decided on something based on appearance.

[bittybat]

[Damian's pride itches, and he wants so badly to say, You thought I did, but then he'd have to give up the ruse for the sake of being right. And Goddamn if that isn't a hard thing for him to try not to do.]

There were plenty of chances to attack us if there was going to be an attack. On the train; now, when we're standing around.

The only thing suspicious aside from the train and this place is the "Sheriff."

[generously]

Right, the only thing aside from those two. [ What else is there left??? ]

What did you notice about him that makes him so suspicious?

[bittybat]

You can stop acting stupid. [His face bunches sourly.] You already know the Sheriff is a fake, and you already know this place doesn't make any sense.

What matters is how we leave. [The eyes of the domino mask narrow as his brows come down and together.] Have you met anyone else you know personally here?