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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If there are, they must be invisible and well out into the sand.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

I do not see the purpose behind a wall that is not visible, however. Would you rather not prefer one that clearly states that there is no escape?

I'm kind of used to invisible barriers. [It's a long story.] But in a place like this, I'd prefer to see it, sure. Doesn't mean the walls still aren't way far out there, further than we can even travel. We'd have to take everything by foot.

[He...doesn't really see the point but ok!!]

I would suggest that even should there be walls beyond where we can travel, the point is even so, moot. If we cannot make it there, they have no bearing on us.

The only reason they might be important is if they're how other people can get in and out of here. The train's still at the station, I think, but everything's too well-stocked for people not to be coming through.

[Percy.... he still doesn't see how that's entirely relevant, but--]

...Regardless, we must focus on the immediate problems at hand.

If we are to escape into the desert, we will have to have a proper plan of action for it.

So packing supplies, having a back-up plan, and a back-up back-up plan. How much do you think we could actually carry out there if we did that?

[...]

Not enough, unless we were able to find a valid water supply and food source on our journey.

[That's just...the way things are.]

I don't think McDonald's is going to exist out in the desert. [He's not even going to think of Barnham knows what McD's is.] So really...there goes that idea.

[He frowns, looking back to the two dogs.] Looks like we really can only stay here.

[...yeah what the hell is McDonalds.]

I would not give up on the idea just yet. A scouting party would be a reasonable option. To only go a certain distance from the town in one direction, and then the next, and the next, until a source of reasonable water is found.

From there, there must be wildlife and other such things to be used as food.

[It's what they use in their world to summon ghosts, Barnham, it's okay.]

If everything around us is a desert...the Sheriff mentioned coyotes. There's probably snakes and stuff out there, too. We could probably hunt for those if we had to. We'd just have to be sure people left with enough time to turn around and get back to town before it got too late or before their supplies ran out. How do we measure the distance?

... By steps, presumably. I cannot think of any other option at the moment. We do not have any tools for that purpose. It is the simplest method.

Steps converted into miles. We can probably figure it out if we have the numbers, I know someone who's good at that kind of thing. That'd be pretty useful to know.

[But he shakes his head.] Either that, or we just wait for the Sheriff to tell us what he's up to.

[He nods, simply.]

It is an option, if nothing else. Once again, one that will require cooperation of a number of the people here.

...As for that man... I do not trust what he has to say.

I don't trust him either, but he might be our only option for a while. I hate it. But if we can get something out of him to help us, it's better than nothing.

[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

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