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

[katzenpfote]

[He looks over at Towa as she's coming past, and stops.]

That mask... can I see it?

[overworker]

Certainly. Just give me a moment—

[To put down everything else so it’s not in the way.]

Here you go.

[She happily hands over the mask in question.]

Do you recognize it?

[katzenpfote]

I do. It belongs to a friend of mine.

[He tucks it into his coat firmly.]

Goblins are not really welcome in most places, after all.

[overworker]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[She frowns.]

In that case, I'll leave the task of seeing that it makes it's way back to it's owner to you. I should probably make sure none of these belong to the others as well. If they were going to give us things, they should have at least took the care to make sure they went to the right people...

[katzenpfote]

If she arrives here, I will. ... But you are correct. It's very inefficient...

[overworker]

If not, then we'll just have to wait until we can get you back home.

[As much as she'd like to see her friends again she knows that ultimately she'd rather work to get herself back to them than have them wrapped up in anything this trip could involve.]

[katzenpfote]

Of course. I'm sure she'll be glad to have it. ... Do you even know what a goblin is?

[overworker]

Not precisely, no. Erebonia has a very strict class system, but for us there are people like us and there are monsters. We don't really have different races.

[But they have a TV-person here so uh. You know. She's come to terms with it.]

...well, I suppose there are people like McBurn as well, but we don't exactly have a term for what he is. I don't even think he knows. Or if he does, he doesn't talk about it.

I can't say I'm not a bit curious though, if you're willing to tell me about them.

[katzenpfote]

Ah... well. They are a small race, only a few feet tall, with usually green skin, yellow eyes, and pointed teeth. They tend to live in small group sand raid and pillage whatever settlements are nearby, sometimes killing the people and sometimes taking them as prisoners to eat later.

... But she is not like that. She is kind in her own way, despite her sticky fingers.