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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[ she moves away from the gun though and instead puts the hat on her head. ]
What's your name?
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You shouldn't put that on without knowing where it came from. It could be a trap. You also shouldn't accept gifts from strangers.
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[ because like, several strangers have already fed her? ]
Oh! I'm Papika.
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Papika what? Do you have a last name?
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No, just Papika. It was Papikana, but... Papika is better!
[ ... ]
How can you tell if food has been poisoned?
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You can't unless you test it for poison. It's best to err on the side of caution which means don't accept food from people you don't know. [RIP Papika.]
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[ this is obviously the worst news she will receive here? absolutely nothing can be more worrisome than this plot twist, right here. ]
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I wouldn't trust the food left here for us either, but I would trust it more than receiving food from someone else. Get rid of the third party.
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Eh... You are actually smart, Robin! Do you think we can get hamburgers? There's cows here.
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me, 2 seconds after sending that comment: WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT BATCOW
Can you show me how to milk a cow? I've never done it before!
me, 2 seconds after reading papika's question: laughing hysterically
[Just so she'll stop asking embarrassing questions.] Not right now. I'm going to explore the area. We can milk some of the cows later for milk. We can also make cheese with it.
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Okay! It'll be fun. Have you gone exploring at all yet?
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Around town, but not any further. I've checked the "Sherrif's" office to see if he was there, but he wasn't. He didn't leave any tracks, so I don't know where he went.
There's nothing in his office.
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[ granted, in search for cocona and not the... sheriff. #priorities ]
Maybe there's a secret passage somewhere?
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If the Sheriff is an android, he can't simple vanish. He has to go somewhere. We just need to find where.
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[ because even if people no longer have superpowers, there is still more of them in comparison to the sheriff. ]
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I think he's just an android, a robot. That doesn't necessarily mean he has special powers.
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[ robots come with laters, obviously, always. ]
And he'll laser us if we try to leave!
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If the Sheriff wanted to kill us, he could have plenty of times already. I don't think he will do anything unless someone decides to be an idiot.
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[ she immediately covers her mouth after saying that... but moves her hand out of the way to talk again. ]
Am I allowed to say it out loud in front of you?
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Just do what he says for right now until we can figure out how to escape. Don't cause trouble.
And don't mess up our room either.
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[ yes she is. good fucking luck, damian. ]
You don't mess it up either!
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