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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[ ???? what the fuck?????? ]
Put that aside for now - what you need is a can opener.
1/2
[she's visibly taken aback by the marriage comment, and it takes her a good ten seconds to find herself again]
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A can opener. I see. Where would I find one of those?
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I dunno where you can find one here, but my wife is really good with knives. Hell, I'm sure I could open it with my bare hands, but I'd just make a mess of it!
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[she contemplates her options. she'd prefer her soup fresh, hot right out of the pot, but she really isn't too much of a cook. so. . .]
Is your wife here?
[maybe she can ask this guy's wife to open the can for her!!]
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Of course! She's a woman who speaks with her heart more than words, I think you two would have plenty to talk about. [ like what??? he literally just met milla ]
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You seem to be quite fond of her, judging from the way you speak about her.
[yes. yes Milla. he is only "quite fond" of his wife]
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Don't you think that's romantic?
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Hm. . . honestly, I don't know. I'm not really familiar with human mating rituals.
[but according to her romance novels. . .]
But ten years seems like an awfully long time, when the characters in my books tend to fall in love in a matter of days.
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[ Well, she mentioned mating rituals and since he has no social filter-- ]
What kind of mating rituals do your people perform?
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Spirits don't exactly mate like humans do. But they can share a certain intimacy with humans by. . . ah.
[she does turn a liiiiittle red, though]
Tethering with them and-- exchanging. . . mana.