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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Yes, she's handling this as though there's really nothing weird about someone writing down answers instead of verbally offering them. ]
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Chane gestures to the other woman. What she's trying to get across is a base permission to, as she puts it, "go wild" - but how Sara interprets it will be entirely up to her.
In the meantime, Chane will settle in, getting comfortable at a bar stool. ]
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[ Well, go wild it is. She's just going to grab the closest bottle, make sure it actually says "wine" somewhere on the label, and pop the cork.
Enjoy your wine in a very fancy metal mug, Chane, it adds flavor or something. ]
You're another new one, right? I thought I saw you earlier.
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The question gets a nod and then she's writing something else.
Does this make sense to you? ]
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[ Even if the beer had helped. ]
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Part of her wishes Claire was here to interpret but he's probably off being weird somewhere, honestly. ]
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Chane...? I'm Sara. Did you come with anyone else you know?
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Looks around.
Doesn't see him, gives up with a light shrug.
Sorry, Sara. You deserve more. ]
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[ Not that she needs her kids here, but she's a little envious. ]
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1/2
[ ahaha aha.... haaaaa. ]
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Not a single person!! I mean, not that I need a bunch of teenagers to babysit but at least let me get stuck here with Laura's hot dad!!! Or a nice single man or two! Is that too much to ask??
[ woe and lamentations. ]
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Chane doesn't understand this dilemma in the slightest - for example, who is Laura and why is her father elevated to uncomfortable temperatures? - but this woman is clearly agitated by her lot in life right now. As for that other thing, a nice single man... Is that something ordinary women look for? Chane is hardly textbook in the world of romance but her wedding band and engagement diamond are as clear as day, so something must have gone right.
So she can't exactly empathize, no. Sympathy, though! Jacuzzi and Nice were pretty clear about what that meant.
Gingerly, and with no small amount of awkwardness, she reaches out and gives Sara's shoulder what she hopes is a reassuring pat. It's clear from the weight and impersonal touch of the gesture that she's not used to that sort of thing, but dammit, she's trying her best! ]
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It's fine... [ said with the sigh of the long-suffering. ]
I mean, a girl's gotta have other priorities when she's dragged to a place like this, right?
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That said, she does reach up to tuck some hair out of her eyes. She hadn't meant to flash the ring, honestly! But there it is, glinting in the low light of the saloon. Like a little diamond-shaped jerk to remind Sara of how Laura's Hot Dad never bought her any jewelry, or something.
Another sip of her wine. Still good! ]
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Wait, is that--
[ GASP. ]
Are you married??
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...
[ Nod!
(There's no need to be jealous or anything, Claire will probably propose to Sara right after Chane's killed.) ]
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Your husband's the one who came here with you? [ she's saying this so faintly. ]
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[ Notepad time again! Chane flips a page forward from where her name is, having written YES and NO on a single sheet. The yes is tapped.
Look, sometimes she gets sick of nodding. ]
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... For Sara, whose head is meeting the counter again with a muffled whine befitting of a twenty-five-year-old woman. ]
1 / 2
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It reads, Do you want to be married? And it can be filed under things that may or may not sound like a proposal! ]
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You know how it is when the older instructors are like, "Oh, you're at that age and you don't even have a boyfriend yet? You won't be getting any younger? You should settle down already!"
[ Chane probably doesn't know this, but still. ]
So whatever, there are jackasses like that, and it's not like I wanna get married, but maybe not being single for once would be nice!!
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But this - this is a dilemma! One Chane doesn't necessarily have the social capital to solve, at least on her own. Does this nice lady simply want to vent, or is she genuinely hoping her romantic luck will change in this odd town? Is Chane supposed to help with that?
Is Laura's Hot Dad hiding somewhere?
... ]
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[ On a whim - which is really more Claire's thing, but why not - she gets up from her stool and raps lightly on the bartop with her knuckles. This is apparently the signal to let Sara know she's supposed to get up as well. ]
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[ ... look, she's not always the best at understanding Chane's Lassie tactic. ]
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