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

[overworker]

It seems our things are up for sale, we just have to earn them back. Only... they don't seem to care who they give them back to.

I'm glad I was able to get it back for you.

[And very happy to hand it over to him.]

I suppose this is their way of giving us an incentive to work hard.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[He will take that and immediately spin it a moment before leaning on it. Having the cane back felt something akin to restoring a lost limb.]

Ah yes, extortion does tend to be an effective incentive. Still, I do appreciate your efforts, if not our captors' methods.

[overworker]

Criminals are many things, but smart is not always one of them. It's good to know we can get them back at least. Not that we have to rely on their "generosity" to do it, but at the very least it's not hopeless.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[As a criminal, he'd feel a little offended if it weren't for the "not always".]

Right you are! And if we play our cards right, perhaps we might be able to liberate the rest of our belongings from under their noses. ...Assuming they all have noses.