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

[strangerpeople]

She's just like you. Why did anyone even bother?

[Hmph.]

I came here to see the statue of a real hero, not that of an interloper.

[notthebreakman]

[Just like Proto Man? An interloper? But the inscription calls Cardia a resident of Menahoven…

Then again, "resident" doesn't necessarily mean "native."]

You mean Her Imperial Majesty? It would seem not everyone would agree with you on that front.

[Okay, this fellow clearly isn't going to regard Proto as someone with an equal understanding of what's obviously right. Time to try riling him up so he can get on a soapbox instead.]

[strangerpeople]

Shows what you know! Her Thrice-Renewed Renewed Majesty is the reason we're here, out in the stars, showing what we British are capable of! And she'll keep doing it forever and ever!

[He turns his nose up.]

[notthebreakman]

Who can say? An awful lot can happen over the span of "forever."

[They say the Pyramid was built by Ozymandias himself, right?]

"Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!/Nothing beside remains. Round the decay/Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare/The lone and level sands stretch far away."

[strangerpeople]

[One final snort.]

She controls forever. You better watch watch what you say about her. You never know when someone might take real offense to your smears.

[And with that, he's gone.]

[notthebreakman]

I'll keep that in mind. Have a good day.

[Not that he particularly cares one way or another. But at least he's gained a piece of the puzzle... even if he has no idea what that puzzle is supposed to look like.

Hopefully, that information will help the others expand on whatever they've managed to find out.]