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

[otherworldlyking]

[ He's here too and awake (for the moment)

He gives a little yawn. ]

I found a courtroom with a concession stand. It didn't look all that important.

[ But considering what he thinks is important...though he is paying a little attention to Caleb and Towa's conversation. ]

[technicolourdifficulties]

...Noted.

[It doesn't sound that important to RGB either, at least in comparison to other things, but... Well, it could be nothing, but then again, it could be something.]

[overworker]

A courtroom...? I had no idea they'd have something like that here.

[otherworldlyking]

Guess it makes sense, in a way.

[ Not that he cares much about legal procedures. ]