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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[Tarvek doesn't laugh but he doesn't seem scared of the graves either. He puts his hands on his chin, reading with attention the names]

You don't seem to find it worrying.

[It's a reaction he didn't expect, that's for sure]

Death is only the natural progression of life, unless one can break the boundaries and extend it further.

[ Sadly he doesn't think he'll get much of a chance to do that here. A pity, really, he kinda wanted to see what would happen if he could. How would the game change if he could extend someone's life in this place. ]

But this place is certainly interesting in how it goes about telling us our fates. Leaving it right out in the open...what an amusing place it is. [ And here he'll laugh again. ]

It doesn't make sense. If the Sheriff planned to kill us all why would he bother to bring us here?

[Of course the possibility they kill each other doesn't go unnoticed, but for now the Sheriff seems like the biggest threat]

[ The Undertaker just laughs a little again. ]

Sometimes it's more fun to watch when it's made into a game.

You know, you're right about that.

[Tarvek finds his gravestone]

Would you willingly take part of a game like this one? Just wondering.

I've always been a watcher, never a doer. [ He smiles, thoughtfully looking at the gravestones around them. As a grim reaper his own method of partaking in killing anything was reaping the souls of the already deceased. He was never one to commit the act. Until recent that was always the case but people change and the Undertaker has always had an inquisitive mind. ]

Perhaps this time I might endeavor to do so.

...it'd be great if you didn't, if only to give the Sheriff some trouble. It'd be good if his plan didn't go so smoothly.

[ He laughs. ]

I'm sure it would be an entertaining turn of events. The pawns not conceding to their king.

[ Undertaker has always been a neutral party in general. Honestly he doesn't really care either way. To him death was something so familiar and commonplace for him that he never gave it second thought. ]

Are you going to help or simply stand aside and watch the show?

[Tarvek doesn't mind either way. Better to have someone not involved at all than someone trying to sabotage them]

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