WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[The train wouldn't stop. Not until very early the next morning. The few who might have been awake would be able to exit the train, entering the cool twilight of the dawn. The star is dark, and few stars can be seen in the sky as a cold breeze begins to blow from the mountain beyond. You can see some chunks of rock floating idly nearby, far away from the station that it won't hit trains, but near enough that one can see they are larger than the train they just disembarked.

Lastly, laid out in front of them, the first port of call: Menahoven. The mountain: The Throat of the World.

But which world? Who knows. Not any of yours. Maybe it doesn't matter. Not when you are so far from home. Not when you have no way to get off this rock without the aid of the trains-and they will not let you pass.

It looks like you're stuck here until the Conductor decides to leave. In the meantime, everyone will need to get comfortable.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

Comments

Other trains

[telecosmetic]

Zack, be careful! [Eliza grabs at his sleeve.] The rules said something about not attacking or harassing people who aren't part of our group-I bet these people is what they meant by that!

[zackthekiller]

Huh? [Thankfully for the staff at the station, he's distracted by this girl.]

What are you talking about- Oh... Oh you have got to be kidding me.

[Great. Another reason to hate this situation. He turns to the staff member one more time.] You're lucky I don't feel like dying today, jerk!

[Now he'll leave the guy alone and focus on Eliza.] Hmph... At least wherever this is looks interesting.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah...though it looks like we're stuck here just like we were in Town A. [It's even got the whole black void look down! How nostalgic.]

[zackthekiller]

Tch.

[He'd shove his hands in his pockets if this weird steampunk suit had any obvious pockets. So he's stuck crossing his arms.] At least this place has actual people... That all hate us.

[telecosmetic]

Some of the non-train workers seem okay...or at least they're a bit more professionally polite. [Though Eliza shoots a backward glance at the train station anyways.] Wonder if they can tell we're not from here somehow...

[zackthekiller]

You've met people here like that? [He sure hasn't.]

I dunno, I guessed it was kinda obvious for some of us... Like... You know... [Pointing at the fricking bandages everywhere.] This? Plus we got a guy with a TV for a head and a talking dog. You ever seen that kinda crap around here so far?

[telecosmetic]

Well...at least I haven't gotten chased out of the other stores or buildings so far. [Though she is more low-key and less aggressive most of the time.] But yeah...there are a few of us that stand out way more.

[zackthekiller]

[He just nods at her.] Lucky you.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah...you wanna go check out what food they have? [She figures he probably won't be fond of the library, with the illiteracy and all. Though she supposes she could try and find some simpler books to start with...]

[zackthekiller]

... Sure, why not?

[telecosmetic]

Okay! Onwards, then! [To the Retching Netch! Which isn't a really flattering name.]