[ 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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Comments

[hitsitoff]

a; arrival
[It says a lot about just how goddamn weird this situation is that Eliot is thrown for an actual, honest to god loop.. Because waking up in an unknown location, yeah, he can deal with that. A train's not even close to being the strangest place he's woken up. Hell of a lot more pleasant than some places, honestly.

But then there's this Sheriff and...? What even? There's all kinds of details about the guy that are wrong, all very distinctive but it's not exactly adding up to anything yet. He doesn't like this, not one bit. Especially 'cause he's not spotting anyone familiar.

Immediately, his first instinct is to talk under his breath. He's being subtle about it, but someone might still notice this guy just suddenly talking to himself.]

You guys hearing any of this? [And... no response. Not even static. Now that ain't right.] Nate? ...Hardison?

[Again, no response. Eliot frowns, but doesn't try again. No comms. Fuck. Alright then, he'll deal with this on his own.]

b; a little later
[Eliot made a stop in the room they gave him. And he's not exactly pleased about it. Okay, he hasn't been pleased about anything since the moment he woke up, to be entirely fair. But this is a different kinda pissed.

He's back down on the first floor of the saloon now, sitting at a table. He's set the hat and pistol that were in his room down on the table and he's currently glaring at them, his arms crossed. Well. More so the pistol, really. If looks could kill, that pistol would be so goddamn dead.]

Giving people guns. [Yeah, he sounds uh... he sounds real mad right now.] This is a disaster waitin' to happen.

c; saturday morning
[The next logical step is reconnaissance. No guards or anything like that, at least no one visibly keeping an eye on them all. Makes looking around a little easier, at least.

He did some looking around the previous day too, yeah. But with the sun setting, visibility wasn't great. Easier to do it in the light of day, at least for the more in-depth stuff. It's pretty early in the day, too. The sun only just rose.

So Eliot's going from building to building now, taking a look inside all of them. He's checking out the ceilings a lot - as covert as he's trying to be about this, eventually you're gonna notice when a guy keeps looking up - and some of the walls. Underneath tables as well. Inside cabinets. Just everywhere.

It seems sort of like he's looking for something, but who knows what. You'll have to ask him.]

d; wildcard
[feel free to hit me up with a different scenario if you want or hit me up at remaix for plotting if you wanna work something out first]

b!

[feminitis]

You can say that again.

[Sei hasn't been up to her room yet, so she doesn't realize that the man sitting at the table is the same person she's supposed to be rooming with. That sure doesn't stop her from agreeing with him, though, and she lets out a heavy sigh.]

Honestly, they can't just dump us all here with no explanation, give us weapons, and then expect nothing to happen...

[hitsitoff]

[Eliot looks up at this new person. Young looking, because of course. Way too many kids and teens in this place, because that's encouraging.

He turns his gaze back at the gun pretty quickly. Still staring a hole into it.]

Anyone who decides to arm people is just waiting for something to happen. Someone's gonna panic sooner or later and things'll get ugly. Don't think most of the people here even know how to use a firearm.

[Someone is gonna get hurt if this goes on for too long. On purpose or on accident.]

[feminitis]

Maybe we could get everyone to agree to take the bullets out?

[On the other hand, there are certain people she's met so far who are already uncooperative, so that might be easier said than done.]

Whoever brought us here wouldn't have given the guns to us if they didn't want us to use them, and since they haven't bothered explaining anything to us at all, I think we should try doing the exact opposite of what they want.

[hitsitoff]

That'd take care of that, sure. Not sure everyone'll be up for that.

[He already made damn sure the bullets are out of his pistol, anyway. Like he's gonna walk around with a loaded weapon. Nah.]

The rebellious approach, huh? In this particular case anyway, yeah, that's a good plan. Not sure that'll work for everything, but... That's gonna depend on who brought us here.

[What their plan is, all of that. Sometimes it's better to play along for a while.]

Nothing good's ever come from having guns around, though, that part's certain.

b

[insincerely]

[Shinnosuke definitely took that gun in his room, because yeaaaaah, none of this seems safe. In any case, he's simply looking around the place, when he happens to overhear Eliot, and he can't resist quipping:]

I don't know what you're talking about. There's absolutely no way this could go wrong.

[hitsitoff]

[Now that comment gets a very annoyed look. He has so little patience right now, sorry man.]

Don't recall asking for any sarcasm.

[insincerely]

[It's okay, he loves it when people have no patience.]

Oh? And what are you going to do about it, shoot me?

[But okay, fine, he'll play nice. A little, anyway.]

Though I agree: depending on how things go Sunday morning, at least one gun's inevitably going to go off.

[hitsitoff]

[He is already so done with this guy, wow.]

I'm more of a punching guy.

[Mostly a joke, he's... he's not gonna punch anyone. Probably. Except the guy who did this.]

Yeah. On purpose, by accident... Either way. Panic and firearms don't mix well. [He's sounding more pissed by the second, but at least none of it's really directed at someone in particular right now.] I really don't like guns.

A little later

[dubiousalignment]

Most of us seem level-headed enough to not start shooting just because we have guns in our hands.

[It's more than he can say of some people he knows about back at home, at least]

[hitsitoff]

Most. [That's not as encouraging as you want it to be, dude.] It's not a matter of being level headed, though. Someone might panic. Someone might mess up 'cause they don't know how to handle a pistol.

Maybe nothing'll happen intentionally. Doesn't mean there's not gonna be an accident. I don't like this.

[dubiousalignment]

I'd like to think those who have no experience with guns would leave theirs in their rooms. There's no reason to be paranoid and be carrying the guns, is there?

[He conveniently omits the fact he's currently carrying his gun]

We may be in a strange town in a place we don't know, but that doesn't mean we have to watch our backs...for the moment.

[hitsitoff]

...You're real optimistic, aren't you?

[He'd think it's refreshing if it weren't so damn stupid. He shifts his attention back to the gun, picking it up. Carefully checking again that it's not loaded before he does anything else. He made sure to have it empty before he left his room with it, first thing.]

What about a kidnapping doesn't scream "watch your back" to you?

Not saying anyone needs to do something stupid and hasty. Just wonderin' how you've got such a level head about all of this.

c

[thatsthespirit]

[a man can wander around staring at ceilings for only so long before someone takes notice]

What are you doing? Are you expecting to find something on the ceiling?

[asks a blonde woman, who is standing in the doorway of whatever building Eliot had decided to explore now. she raises both eyebrows, her arms crossed over her torso]

[hitsitoff]

[He stops what he's doing immediately. Quickly looks the woman over, like he looks over everyone. She's weird, but so is everyone else here, so that's barely even noteworthy anymore.]

I dunno. Maybe.

[He looks back at the ceiling. Nothing.]

Maybe I just really like ceilings.

[His delivery is deadpan enough that even an obvious joke could almost be taken as serious, but there's still a certain lightness in his tone.]

[thatsthespirit]

[the lightness in his voice gets her to chuckle a bit. she recognizes the joke]

I can't imagine why. They're just ceilings. They keep the rain out and the warmth in, but that seems to be their only purpose.

a

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha notices him suddenly talking to himself, but she doesn't appear to find that particularly strange. She gives him a general once-over before commenting. ]

No ECHOcomms, huh? Not too surprising.

[hitsitoff]

[...Well, here's someone who already seems dressed for the occasion. The word ECHOcomms catches his attention because, well, he doesn't know it. But he doesn't know most tech terms, so whatever.

Normally he'd worry a little about getting caught trying to talk over the earbud, but he's got bigger things to worry about.]

Yeah, probably some kinda... interference. Or something. Whoever's running the show thought ahead.

Makes this a little more complicated.

[That part's said more to himself, really.]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha's lips turn up a little. ]

Planning to call in the cavalry? Solid thought, but it looks like we're on our own here.

[ She looks around, evaluating the crowd. ]

Or rather, with a few dozen strangers. Maybe worse.

c

[hydrokinetics]

[Eliot's not the only one who thought recon was a good idea. Percy and Annabeth had agreed to split up and cover as much ground as possible, so on this day Percy happens to walk inside one of the buildings and find Eliot crouched down looking under one of the tables. His dog bounds along beside him, curiously sniffing in Eliot's direction even as Percy hovers in the doorway.]

If you're looking to play hide and seek I think you'd have better luck outside. [No really man, what are you doing?]

[hitsitoff]

[Eliot isn't particularly startled by the sudden interruption. Hell, for a bit he just keeps looking. Doesn't seem he's finding what he wants, though, and he stands back up.

...He looks a little longer at the dog, because. That's a cute dog okay. But he switches his attention to Percy when he actually starts talking.]

Noted. Don't think anyone would think underneath this table is a good hiding spot, though. Too exposed. [Eliot no one takes hide and seek that seriously anyway.

It's also not really a clarification at all, sorry dude.]

[hydrokinetics]

[He's not even bothered by the fact that Eliot's attention goes to Mrs. O'Leary first. She looks pretty cute and harmless and he's aware of that. On the other hand he lifts an eyebrow anyway.]

I think this whole town's a little exposed. We're in the middle of nowhere. [The dog approaches but Percy stays exactly where he's at. Let's try again.] So what good is the underside of the table?

b

[athenite]

Probably. I doubt everyone knows how to use them.

[ she's a seventeen year old demigod, and tends to use swords and knives - she actually has her knife back, at her waist, and has opted...not to carry the pistol. it's not like she doesn't know how to shoot, but it isn't what she was trained with, so why bother? ]

But you seem extra mad about it.

[hitsitoff]

[He gives her a look. Another teenager. Way too many of those, goddamn. That just makes him all the more pissed about the weapons.]

I don't like guns.

[That's... about all that he's gonna say about that.]

[athenite]

I'm not their biggest fan, either. Though I mind people having weapons they can't use more than I mind them having guns, specifically. Someone's going to get shot on accident.

[ or on purpose. gods. ]

I'm Annabeth Chase.