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 between Atsushi and Zack.]

I... it's not mine, but if you know how to take care of one, it's all right. I'll... find Frumpkin eventually.

[whitemoontiger]

I know enough of how to take care of one to handle doing that here.

[ Which means he can totally do this. Plus he needs a distraction from certain things here, so there was that. ]

[katzenpfote]

Well, I don't mind. If you need advice you can ask me.

[zackthekiller]

[Zack's just shrugging.] Okay, have fun with that cat you got there...

Why are there even cats in the Baggage thing? I mean, I get it if someone put a pokemon there, but cats?

[katzenpfote]

What is a Pokemon? And I do not know...

[zackthekiller]

Uh... Some kinda magic animal that can be put in a special ball without dying somehow? Ask Eliza.

[She knows more about them than he does.]