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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Fit in? None of us belong here, can't you see? You humans really are all the same.
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Aw, you think I'm human! That's pretty cute.
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If she's not human, he doesn't know what she is. Maybe she's lying. Still, there's a slight change in his tone. ]
You're not a Galerian. I would know you.
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Whatever that is, you're right! I'm something better!
[ because there's nothing more perfect than a life fiber-infused being. ]
So what are you, besides a total grumpy-pants?
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He weighs the pros and cons of lying about his identity. Considering his total lack of power and the fact that he's been forcibly thrust into a robotic body, however, it seems like any fabrication he makes would be found out sooner rather than later. ]
"Something better," [ he replies, copying her phrasing. ] Explain yourself. "Ladies first."
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[ she sighs, but it's by no means serious as she gives her parasol a twirl. ]
I'm an artificial being, made with love and care from Life Fibers! But I bet you don't know what those are, right?
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Nonetheless, his posture remains largely the same, even if his expression belies his surprise and confusion. ]
No. [ he has no idea, frankly. But he's clearly inrigued now. And, he supposes, he should hold up his end of the deal. ] ... I'm what you would call an "artificial intelligence." A being of pure data, unlike the rest of you.
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[ behind her cheerful smile, she's reading his expression and trying to get an idea of what's going through his head. it's a shame that she can't pull out her heart or slam him into the ground to show the power that she's normally capable of, but maybe that won't be necessary.
she sees a glimmer of something in his eyes. if it's hope, she'll take hold of it and slowly twist it to her liking. ]
I don't know anything about that computery-nerdy stuff! But if we both look like humans and actually aren't, we're totally twinning!
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This is something he's never had to deal with before; he doesn't know how he should react. He still sounds aloof, but there's no mistaking that much of the vitriol that marked his tone before has lessened. ]
Hardly. This isn't my true body. [ he hates it!! ] What is a Life Fiber? DNA?
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[ not that he would be able to, but the sentiment is there. kind of. ]
Long story short, they're like, super-powerful aliens! Humans can be infused with 'em, but I'm 100% bona-fide Life Fiber!
[ that explains nothing, and she doesn't care. ]
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In other words, you're not even from Earth... [ he seems to consider this for a moment - then, he smirks slightly. ] Interesting. All of the information in the world was mine, and yet I'd never heard any conclusive proof of anything like that. I wonder if I should even believe you.
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[ she was technically born on earth, but she's not about to blab her life story to someone who's likely the embodiment of a yawnfest. ]
I don't really care if you believe me or not, so you can do whatever!
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You shouldn't care. After all, you have no reason to believe me, either. That's one of the problems with these physical forms. So... isolated.
[ he misses the boundless wisdom that came with being connected to everything. Nonetheless, his mood does seem lightened. He can't trust her. She's still a physical being. And yet -- not human. Not Galerian. Not even of this planet -- he, in his dark heart, dares to hope that she might be an exception to the rules of the world he learned about. Not that Ash is even going to acknowledge that feeling... ]
But let us assume that neither of us are lying. You're stuck with these inferior beings, the same as me.
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Yup! And it's totally lame. [ she sighs. ] I just want something interesting to happen!
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Interesting? I'm sure it's only a matter of time. [ he crosses his arms. ] Humans will naturally begin to destroy themselves. Of course, there are ways to speed up that process.
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I sure hope so. I'm bored with this place already.
[ she closes her parasol, setting the tip onto the ground and leaning on it casually. ]
We'll just have to see what they do! I sure wouldn't mind stepping in if they take their sweet time.
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That makes two of us. In fact, I'd rather expedite the process by all means.
[ a pause - a bit of a long one. He's calculating the risks of his next move... but, in the end, he finds he wants to take it. That's the way he's always been. ]
Artificial girl. You're the first other that I've met. If what you say is true, then I'm quite interested in you. What's your name?
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[ her humming is long and outward, wondering if this guy is even worth giving her name to. on one hand she really doesn't care, but on the other... if he's as interested as he says, she can play that to her advantage. ]
Nui. Nice to meet'cha, robo-freak!
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Ash. [ he says it as if he's correcting her, tone rather pedantic. ] I'm looking for a computer terminal of any kind. If you find one, alert me. I'll make it worth your while.
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Sure, sure. But I doubt you'll find one in this hick town!