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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[A sigh, tilting her head up dramatically while she mutters a low "ugh."]
Not to mention all the dust.
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[They're surrounded by strangers and he doesn't doubt the pistols are loaded, so.]
Makes you wonder what they want from us. You don't burn cash on this sort of set up unless you've got something big planned.
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[Or maybe he did, considered he told everyone not to use them right away, but she is absolutely determined to not think about that.]
Seems pretty elaborate for someone getting their kicks, but maybe we're underestimating how fucked up whoever's behind this is.
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[While Natalie might not want to think about that, Jason can't stop thinking about it. Assuming this isn't some pre-mortem hallucination or whatever... well. There are a lot of civilians here.]
Believe me, there are all kinds of screwed up people in the world. I wouldn't be surprised if we someone got under some wacko's crosshairs.
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You don't need to tell me that. I've been upping my cynicism game for years. I just don't see why they would choose a bunch of people who don't know each other?
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[Matter of fact. He'll be nice enough to elaborate, though.]
Most of us are already overwhelmed. If we don't know each other, then who's to say someone won't rub two brain cells together and assume their kidnapper is among our number? Put a pistol in that person's hands, and... [Raises a hand and aims a finger gun at her, before "shooting" it.] Bang.
[Drops his hand to his side.]
People aren't known for making smart decisions in bad situations, is all I'm saying.
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[It's not that she has that much faith in people to not be stupid, but. While she's been trying not to think about it too hard, she's never been very good at keeping her thoughts under control, and it's fairly obvious as she responds that she's been considering this, too.]
It seems really unlikely to me that they would have been planning on that happening immediately. First off, everyone here that I've brought up the guns with so far has been pretty freaked out that we were given weapons. Some of them could be lying or easily swayed, but I doubt all of them are. They obviously spent a ton of time setting this up, so if their goal was for us to immediately start shooting people, you'd think they'd do a little screening and pick a bunch of people who have more of a propensity for violence.
Secondly, if they wanted us to start turning on each other, there are much better strategies than introducing a separate person who evidently knows more than all of us do, not to mention one who told us we'll get answers soon.