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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I've never used a can opener before. Where might I find one?
[a beat]
And don't worry, I have no intention on using that weapon at all while I'm here.
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[Well there's a can opener around here! It's a rather old model but it should work]
Since you weren't aware of the existence of this invention I suppose I should open the can for you.
[Unless you want to give it a try?]
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I'd like to try it myself, if you don't mind. I enjoy learning new things.
[and there's a tinge of excitement in her tone to prove that fact]
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[He'll watch how it goes, just in case]
Be careful not to spill what's inside!
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[going badly]
[she doesn't have to worry about spilling because she doesn't even know how to orient the thing in the first place. she's trying to pry the lid off with one of the handles]
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[She wasn't kidding. She truly doesn't know how to use a can opener]
Uh, you're using the wrong end. Turn it around.
[Tarvek smiles patiently. Good thing this man has so much patience when he wants to]
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Like so? And then. . . oh, I see! You twist this thing, correct?
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[Congratulations on learning how to use a can opener!]
You shouldn't eat the soup straight out of the can. There should be some place you can heat it up in.
[Unless you're not aware of how to use a stove?]
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You can use a stove for that, correct? [thank goodness her world has stoves] I've never used one of those before either, personally, but I'm familiar with them.
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[Wherever Milla lives has no can openers yet has stoves. That's unusual]
Where do you live that stoves and can openers aren't something you're familiar with?
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[she's still not quite used to how strange "I didn't have to eat food" sounds to other, normal people]
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Rieze Maxia...I never heard of that place. Is it normal to not need food over there?
[There are lost places in the world, Rieze Maxia sounds like another one]
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[someone (hint: it's Milla) needs to stop talking in terms that no one else but her understands]
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[Yeah, focus on that, Tarvek]
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I would use Undine's water-based powers to provide myself with water, and Sylph's wind-based powers to provide myself with other essential nutrients.
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[Tarvek seems genuinely curious]
Since you're gathering food does that mean right now you can't channel those spirits?
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That's right. This isn't the first time my connection to them has been severed, but I find it annoying nonetheless.
[a small sigh]
Though even if I could channel them, I'd still prefer to eat. Ingesting calories is far more enjoyable than obtaining sustenance through Undine and Sylph's assistance.
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[Enjoy your food in middle of the kidnapping, Milla]
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I suppose so.
Do you have a name, kind stranger?
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[Stop dialing up your charming mannerisms, Tarvek. Stop making flourishes with your hand. But yeah, he hasn't mentioned to anyone his last name, intending to not ring any bells]
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And I am Milla Maxwell. A pleasure, Tarvek, despite our odd circumstances.