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

[technicolourdifficulties]

[Like the Spanish Inquisition, nobody really expects a telly head. Fortunately, unlike the Spanish Inquisition, he's not about to accuse people of being witches.]

Not unless you cut yourself. I, for one, am not about to inform anyone about minor rule breaking.

[eternaldivide]

[ well good because guess who would not be a fan of the spanish inquisition ]

Oh ... [ he smiles lightly at that ] Don't worry. I'll be careful. I wouldn't want to put you in that kind of position myself.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[Anyone who's a fan of the actual Spanish Inquisition is not someone worth meeting in RGB's opinion, so they're in full agreement there.

He's properly in the room now, and might be poking around for anything interesting that isn't weaponry.]

We have an understanding then.

[eternaldivide]

[ good to be in agreement with the television.

mithos can't help but notice his poking around ]

Are you looking for anything in particular?

[ seeing as this place is a forge he can't really tell if he's looking for a weapon or not ]

[technicolourdifficulties]

Not as such. Tools not intended to be lethal, primarily.

[Weapons are kind of useless in the hands of someone who flees at the first sign of danger.]

[eternaldivide]

I'm not sure how much of that you'll be finding here.

[ to be honest because this is a forge ]

But I ... could help you look, if you'd like.

[technicolourdifficulties]

If nothing else, the smith may have left a hammer or file lying around unattended, either of which might be useful in escaping our captors. I'm sure they would be delighted to lend those to the cause. Though, if you find anything else interesting in your search, I would be happy to take a look at that as well.

[Sometimes you pay for goods, sometimes you encourage teenagers to help you filch a couple things. That's the way of the world.]

[eternaldivide]

Hammers are used to forge weapons. I'm sure there's one around here.

[ he's not sure about the file but he can be sure about that. and well ... a hammer is technically a weapon too so -- ]

[technicolourdifficulties]

[If you're using any hammer besides a warhammer as a weapon, you're doing it wrong as far as RGB is concerned.]

That's the hope.

[eternaldivide]

[ listen sometimes you just gotta have to use what's available around you-- ]

Hmm, well. I'll help you take a look around if you'd like.

[technicolourdifficulties]

If you would be so kind.

I will search this half, and you that half.

[And now it's back to shuffling through random things to find anything good to, er, borrow. Without guarantee of return.]

[eternaldivide]

Alright.

[ and with that Mithos will help search his half of the forge. eventually he stops. ]

Ah... I think I found the hammers.

[ he'll pick up and show RGB one of the hammers the blacksmith would use ]