[ WEEK ONE – ARRIVAL ]

[sheriffexe]

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 robowest!

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[cherrypuncher]

arrival
[everything happens so much

but Yuna actually manages to pull herself together surprisingly quickly; confused and distressed as the tiny teenager stumbling through the crowd is, she's mysteriously showed up in more suspicious places. At least trains are real and this place looks like...a place.

Still, she's all alone this time, and she looks, for all intents and purposes, like a lost puppy when she staggers her way out of the train.]

...Togo? To...

[Except then the sheriff just sort of fucks right off, and of course people are getting restless.]

Wait— [nooope there he goes] W-wait, don't panic or anything..!

[yuna you're fourteen and five foot nothing how reassuring do you think you are about to be]


friday afternoon
[Curiosity gets the better of her pretty quickly when she finds a key with her name on it, so the group hasn't even been here an hour before Yuna finds and puts on her hat. She loves it. She's wearing it forever.

While the initial wave of group panic begins to settle, she's wandering about, less with the intention of figuring out where she is and what's going on and more meaning to get used to the crowd. So many people poured out of that train with her, each just as confused as the next.

And apparently nobody ever taught this small child about stranger danger, because she's making like some kind of goddamn Pokémon trainer NPC and approaching anyone who will so much as make eye contact, and probably plenty of people who won't.]

Excuse me, excuse me! Can I introduce myself? [Without waiting for an answer, she bows politely. She has to adjust her hat so it hasn't fallen over her face when she stands straight again.] I'm Yuna Yuki, second year student at Sanshu middle school. And I want to know how you're holding up so far!


saturday afternoon
[Exploring hasn't been Yuna's immediate priority when there are so many people to meet and check in on, but Saturday, she finally finds the homestead. This is largely an accident. She got lost.

But goddamn does Yuna have her priorities straight because any anxiety over being lost and alone in an unfamiliar place disappears in an instant when she sees the fields of flowers—things she's never seen before, things she thought didn't exist anymore, some of her favorites, things that shouldn't even grow together. She picks as many as she can carry, fills up her arms and the pockets in her jeans and the pocket in the pink flannel she's acquired (she's already going hog on the cowboy aesthetic; Yuna it's been a day), and tries to find her way back.

Once the town's in sight, Yuna, giddy about her finds and the prospect of sharing them, completely forgets that she's still kind of sick and books it the rest of the way there. Hence the sight of one tiny teenager, arms full of flowers, scattering petals in her wake, grinning like an idiot, flushed and sweaty and looking a little like she might keel over, panting hard because she can't even wait to tell the nearest person:] Have—have you seen—seen the farm over there?!


wildcard
[I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR ALL THE THINGS go ahead and hit me up at nidorina if you want to figure out something!!]

friday afternoon

[hitsitoff]

[...This sure is a kid coming up to him. Whatever's going on here can't be good, so dragging kids into it is... well, he's gonna have some words with the one running this operation when he gets a chance. But right now there's a few moments where he's not sure how to respond, because child.

Child are you serious.

The look he shoots her is baffled and exasperated - not even really at her, but the fact that she's so casually approaching him, because wow that's such a bad idea. And she's being almost freaking bubbly and just... how is this girl real.]

...Fine. [That's all the answer you're getting to that question, Yuna, sorry.] Did your parents never warn you about talking to strangers?

[cherrypuncher]

[Yuna pauses for a moment, looking almost startled, like he's mentioned something she wouldn't have thought he'd know about. And then, entirely undeterred, she beams, warm and friendly.]

Well, if you told me your name, too, you wouldn't be a stranger anymore!

[how is she real, honestly]

friday afternoon

[coudre]

[ small child, huh? someone should really keep an eye on them... a deplorable person could take advantage of a little kid in a weird place like this.

nui is the latter. ]

Wow! You're a cutie, aren'cha?

[ yuna is unfortunate enough to make eye contact with her, so she'll be checking her out with little to no regard for personal space. ]

I'm doing just dandy! It's a huge bummer that we're here without an explanation and all, but that's life, right?

[cherrypuncher]

Oh, um... Thanks!

[well, Yuna is doomed

she isn't expecting the immediate invasion of her personal space, but Yuna is already too friendly for her own good, so her bubbly disposition is only slightly hampered by awkwardness.]

It's really weird, isn't it..? But that man said he'd tell us what's happening on Sunday, so we just have to wait!

saturday afternoon

[insincerely]

[A cute teenage girl carrying flowers and looking excited to talk to people? Ewwww, get it away from him and his bleak little heart.

And thus, Shinnosuke stares at Yuna for a moment, a hint of distaste in his expression, before:]

I hope that's not an invitation to check it out with you.

[cherrypuncher]

[Yuna's delight is entirely unhampered by his response, though she's still working on that whole breathing thing.]

It...can be...if you want! [BIIIIG INHALE] But it's pretty...far away... [gee, yuna, you don't say] But there are chickens! And...and tons of flowers! And cows!

Friday Afternoon

[dubiousalignment]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yuki. [Tarvek makes a brief flourish]

Thank you for your concern but you don't have to worry about me. I'd be more worried about you. You're quite young.

[Well it's definitely not unusual for children to be in tough situations and he knows it very well, but better not to make assumptions and be prudent when talking]

[cherrypuncher]

[Her eyes definitely sparkle a little at that flourish; she lives for this dramatic flair, she's found her people.]

Don't worry, I'm holding up just fine, too! And even though I'm young, I can cook and stuff, so I'll be okay while we wait for Sunday!

[that isn't the concern, Yuna, but okay]

Thank you for worrying about me, though, Mister.

it's Another friday afternoon

[combattente]

[As the young girl introduces himself, he grins. It's unfortunate that someone as young as her has ended up here, but at least she seems to be doing alright for now.]

Certo, signorina.

[And she wants to know how he's doing? Is she checking in with everyone?]

I am fine, as of right now. But ah, I should introduce myself as well now, vero? I am Ezio Auditore. How are you doing, though? You seem to be quite excited...

[cherrypuncher]

[oh god those didn't sound like words what is "certo signorina" even supposed to mean she doesn't know what things are

But of course she's as bubbly as she ever is, beaming back at him.]

It's nice to meet you, Mister... [oh god give her a sec] ...Auditore! [she mostly gets it.] I'm holding up okay. I don't know about "excited", but... [nope that's just how she is] ...it won't do any good to panic and get upset.

friday afternoon

[thatsthespirit]

[Milla blinks a few times once she's approached, her gaze automatically flickering towards the hat, then back at Yuna again. she had left her own hat and pistol back in the room, mostly because the hat isn't her style and she has noooo idea how to use the pistol]

. . . a pleasure, Yuna. I've been better, but I also suppose I could be doing worse right now.

[cherrypuncher]

[like ships passing in the night, only appearing in their shared room to make a decision about hats and decide guns were too confusing to deal with

But Yuna nods—chipper as she is, she's plenty capable of taking the situation seriously, too, so her expression goes from intense energy to warmth.]

We've all probably been better. But none of us are alone being confused, either, so we could all be doing worse! [So she sees that as a win!!] I know it's gonna be stressful until we know what's going on...but can I help keep things from getting worse for you until then?

saturday

[sating]

[ Hannibal is definitely not as much a fan of the decor and fashion as Yuna is, but. He's doing hs best. He's taken up the most tailored and least ostentatious suit that he could find, which at least puts him on the "banker" end of the scale more than "cowboy." He's not very pleased with that, but it'll have to do.

He's taking his time to take in a bit more of their new, odd little town when a girl starts running up. He stops in his tracks, and his head cants lightly, but it's quick to turn to a softly amused smile considering the trail of flower petals that comes with her. He almost continues on his way, but it's clear that she's coming to speak to him, so he waits, but the actual inquiry is a bit different than what he had been expecting. He looks in the direction she had come from, then shakes his head. ]

No, I have not. I've not ventured too far from the town. Not yet.

[ His voice is calm and gentle, but friendly. He looks from Yuna to the flowers, then nods to them. ]

It specializes in flowers, I take it?

[cherrypuncher]

[In lieu of actually using her words while she works on catching her breath, Yuna nods so eagerly that her hat tips forward over her eyes, and since her arms are full, she needs to make a few attempts at throwing her head back to get the hat mostly out of her way.]

Tons of them! And...there are a bunch of chickens...and horses, and some cows... [WHEEEEEEEEZE] It's...really dry and dusty here, but...it's like a whole...whole other world over there!

[Cause of death: excitement. Yuna's still grinning up like an idiot up at him, but she's taking another few seconds to actually remember how breathing works instead of just pretending it's not a problem so she can yell about cows.]

ARRIVAL

[alcobrawlic]

... So are you a class president or a club leader?

[ Because most small girls excepting the ones she teaches (because they're special) and the ones they fight on occasion (because they're special too) don't usually tend to try and reassure others without first panicking a little themselves. ]

[cherrypuncher]

—Huh? [This actually flusters her a little, partially because it's distracting her from her attempts to keep everyone else together and partially because she doesn't understand what she could be doing to give that impression.] Um, n-no, I'm not in charge of anything...!

[god, yuna]

saturday afternoon

[sunnashi]

Oh!

[ That's a lot of flowers. Since everything in this town is shade of dusty brown or tan and Higekiri adjusted to it... it's really nice. Also a girl grabbing a bunch of flowers to show round like that feels cheerful and normal. Not that he has a good sense of normal, and people are being normal for freaking out and trying to figure out what's going. But he smiles, tilting his head to see the petal trail she left behnd her. ]

I didn't know there was one... Did you get flowers from there? They're very pretty!

[ She looks tired despite her cheerfulness. so he'll offer her the chair he was sitting in. Now, what to do with a bunch of flowers... they won't last. ]

saturday afternoon! how far can we take this cr before they lose all dignity

[impulsiveness]

[Jason has, unfortunately, not embraced the cowboy aesthetic as well as Yuna. Which basically means that he's wearing flannel so dark you can barely see the pattern at all? Terrible.

It's almost as terrible as the look on his face when he notices Yuna, flushed and looking like she's ready to keel over any second now. He's polite enough to nod, but not quite polite enough to stop his eyebrows from furrowing together.]

Yeah. Checked it out this morning. Played with some horses and stuff. [He might have fallen off a horse. Might have.] But more importantly — are you okay? You're not, y'know, looking so hot.

friday afternoon.....

[expelliarmed]

[ Making eye contact was apparently the wrong choice here, but he can't help but be wary of literally everyone. Her eager approach has Harry somewhat on edge, but then her question catches him so swiftly off-guard that it takes in a moment to answer. ]

Um... [ His eyebrows lift slightly. ] Just...fine?

[ #nailedit ]

arrival.

[moraled]

[That's...cute? It's really cute and utterly useless, mostly, especially as people disperse to do what they please.

But it's a little warming to see someone at least trying to keep order, even if that person is a tiny girl. Barnham crosses his arms, thoughtful.]

The idea was acceptable, though the execution was rather lacking. Still, do not be disheartened by that.

friday

[elemancy]

[well. it probably can't hurt. at this point, it definitely seems like it would be better to get to know a couple of people. they're all stuck in this situation.

and unless that's a really elaborate trap, he's pretty sure he's just going to have to deal with it.]

Oh, yeah. Uh... it's nice to meet you. [he's awkward. and uncomfortable. but he's trying!] You don't gotta be so formal or anything, though.

[says noctis, actual literal royalty. not that anyone would know it by looking at him unless they knew who he was.] I'm Noctis.

[how he's holding up is a different matter, but he seems to just kind of skirt around that for now.]

saturday!

[hydrokinetics]

[It's kind of unfortunate for Yuna that who she runs into is a 16 year old boy who hasn't bothered visiting the tailor yet so he's still in his ripped clothes, but at least he looks fairly friendly? Moreso than that, the small black dog at his heels looks up at Yuna and woofs in greeting, wagging her tail when she picks up on Yuna's excitement.

Immediately though Percy's a little Concerned but. You know.]

There's a farm? [Where in the fuck are they?] We haven't been out that far yet.

Saturday afternoon

[court_chesster]

Hm? What about the farm?

[ The monkey on his shoulder makes grabby hands for the flower. ]

arrival

[stentorian]

I'm not panicking.

[Technically no, he was just raging at the sheriff's door awhile ago. Tooootally different. Maybe. Sort of.

Nonetheless he fixes the girl with a stern glare.]