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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robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
iii... please dont die
Russell is a bit hesitant, but this guy... He's making a fool of himself, but it also looks like he's struggling.
Uhh.. Okay, okay. Maybe he'll help! But can someone as short as Russell, being the 4'9" he is, reach Shinnosuke, the real question. Russell will try to smack his back with all his might, but if not he still has his diary -- he'll use that next!? ]
first robowest casualty...
Shinnosuke's at least not, like, super tall, although he's definitely taller than 4'9", sorry. He can't say he really appreciates Russell's attempts at help, though they at least motivate him to stop choking as soon as he can even as he flails a little and tries to bat Russell away from him.]
T-That's enough...!
plays you a sad violin song..
BUT ANYWAY! Seeing as Shinnosuke is JUST FINE(?), Russell backs away immediately, distancing himself from this fool... ]
Sorry... [ Maybe his attempt to help was just that bad. He looks kind of concerned still, maybe even a bit timid. Who knows, the overall nervousness could just because he's stuck in the wild west, surrounded by strangers, and also super confused? ] Are you okay?
thankee...
Just peachy. Let that serve as a lesson to you, hmm?
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Do you... Have eyes.
[ He ain't going to have this! ]
You were the one choking... Teach yourself a lesson first.
[ He should've watched him die... ]
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I'm setting an example for my underclassmen. You should be grateful, actually.
[Or at least he assumes this guy's younger than him, because seriously, he'll be so ashamed if someone this tiny is older than him.]
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If that's what you're doing... That's a pretty bad example. Especially since I had to help you... Not die.
[ Just saying, my dude. ]
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I'll bring something longer next time. And I'll hit harder. Does that work?
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