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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On the other hand, he's a good-looking man, and while she has no idea what he just called her, that smile is a pretty clear indicator that it wasn't an insult. She can be flattered. ]
Oh, just curious. [ with a very idle wave of the hand, even. ] If you need a hay bale to stick your landing every time, I'd scout for those first.
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[Considering how many doctors recommend leeches, he'd much rather play it safe. But what do leeches matter when he's talking to a beautiful woman anyways?]
May I ask your name? I imagine it can't be bellisima, as fitting as it is.
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Or at least some of the women will, but Sara's just offering an easy grin and her hand. ]
You're going to explain what that means any minute now, right? I'm Sara.
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Ezio Auditore da Firenze. But, ah, it means- [What it means? Does she want him to explain why he thinks she's beautiful? He'll settle on repeating himself.] It means you are beautiful, of course.
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Well--! With a delivery like that, I might be okay with you getting the drop on me a little more often. [ Sara, stop. ]
... I can pick, like... one of those four things to call you though, right? Ezio?
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Ezio is fine. As is Sara, I assume? All this aside, have you been alright given the circumstances?
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Sara's fine. And I'm fine, even if I miiiight've been dragged out of a pretty important situation back home. And I miiiiiight be a little annoyed by it and by parts of this town.
[ So as fine as she can be, really. ]
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[He thinks of Leonardo, his uncle Mario, and Machiavelli... what were they doing without him? Was the Apple still safe?
Seriously talking at length about things like feelings and worries could come later, though. He smiles again because as long she's mostly fine and he's mostly fine... that's fine.]
While I am sure those from your home miss you... I feel lucky to have met you, all things considered. Perhaps, that alone makes this situation worth it.
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I won't get my feelings hurt if that's a lie. [ with a crooked smile, even. ] But I am glad none of us are dealing with this alone.
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[He laughs slightly]
I agree. There's strength in numbers, most definitely, but it is... worrisome how many people are here. It begs the question of why we are here, certainly.
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[ Seriously, there are so many teenagers?? She's used to that, but not in a place like this. ]
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Ah, yes, that's even more worrying... Most of them seem to be holding up alright, but I can't imagine it's easy at that age.
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[ Although she says that perfectly blithely, like it's an example she just thought up. ]
I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on them for now.
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[When he smiles again, there's a bit more heart and a lot less charm to it. It's more genuine, to say the least.]
I hope you won't mind some company in doing so.
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[ Let's be real, Sara will do her best to keep them alive, but she will probably also teach them what beer tastes like and encourage them to gain survival skills.
That's a much better smile, though, she thinks, nodding approvingly. ]
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[Her comment garners a laugh from him.]
I would say here's to being responsibleish, but unfortunately there's nothing to toast with...
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[ Just. For the record. ]
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[He may or may not have mentioned a toast just to set this all up.]
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Sure, why not? That may end up being my favorite place.
[ Not a lie. ]
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[With that, they walk over to the saloon and upon entering, Ezio parkours over the bar.]
What would you like, Sara?
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(Because Sara would have also done that.) ]
I'll take a beer, unless you've got something you're dying to recommend!
[ Tried and true, though. ]
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[He looks through all the bottles, eventually settling on something that looks expensive and Italian. He places the bottle, along with two glasses and a bottle of beer, on the counter.]
How's this?
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[ Seriously, she's pretty much glowing. Sara loves nothing more than a drinking buddy.
And sleeping in, but one of these rarely happens. ]
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I know what you mean, though... things only just started to settle down back home. Before that, it was travel, travel, and more travel. [ Among other things. And here she is thinking about going back to it again. ]