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]

Nah. It belongs to someone I know back home - she knows how to use it.

[ Or well he could use it, but at the same time it's like...just no.

He makes a grab for it. ]

[awitchdidit]

[Beatrice hooks a foot in front of where she's placed it on the floor, and gives the man a look. She's not so much seriously blocking him as she is making his life inconvenient.]

Did you have parents? Did they not teach you not to just grab things? What's the magic word?

[otherworldlyking]

[ Okay, he didn't anticipate that so his attempt was easily blocked, especially since he wasn't trying to quickly snatch it...just a leisure grab.

... ]

...I don't really see a point. You're the one offering.

[awitchdidit]

Courtesy goes a long way. But, you're right, I am offering, and I have no use for it.

[She retracts her foot and lets him have it.]

I don't believe we've been introduced yet. I'm Beatrice.

[otherworldlyking]

You'll probably have an easier time getting that from Duvalie than me.

[ What's courtesy? Can you eat it?

He'll take it and just rest it nearby his feet. ]

You can call me McBurn.

[awitchdidit]

I believe today I'll resolve not to be a hypocrite over the etymology of that name.

McBurn, then. Glad to make another acquaintance here. Does that make Duvalie the original owner of this piece?

[otherworldlyking]

Yeah, that's right. Something of a knight too.

[ That's probably no surprise, though. ]

[awitchdidit]

Knights are a bit old-fashioned where I come from, but I don't think I'd want to fight someone who could heft this easily regardless. Are they a friend of yours?

[otherworldlyking]

Not exactly a friend. More like someone I work with - we're a part of the same organization.

[ Because what're friends. Can you eat them. ]

[awitchdidit]

Does that make you a knight as well, or is it not that kind of organization?

[otherworldlyking]

Ouroboros isn't that kind of organization - there's other knights that're a part of it too, but that's just them deciding to join more than anything.

[awitchdidit]

And what does Ouroboros do, then? Or would you have to kill me if you told me?

[It does sound like a cult and/or spy name, just saying.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ For a moment, his lips may have twitched upwards into a smirk. ]

Maybe. [ But hey he's not about to just blab everything. Still... ] Anyone else who's heard of it would just tell you that we go around raising hell.