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]

Thanks for sharing. I actually haven't had a chance to see it yet for myself so this is really helpful.

[It certainly uh. Seems like an interesting structure.]

Was this shiny rock... smooth like metal or...?

[One thing at a time.]

[zackthekiller]

I dunno, it looked like it belonged on a necklace or something.

[overworker]

On a necklace...

[That wasn't what she was expecting.]

Maybe it's some kind of unusual ore...? I can't imagine anyone making an actual building out of a gemstone but...

[ALSO??? POSSIBLE???]

[zackthekiller]

You wanna go look at it, be my guest. The guy I was talking to over there was kind of an ass about explaining shit.

[Granted, Zack was prodding and kicking the pyramid.]

[overworker]

I'll keep that in mind. I wouldn't be surprised if not everyone was really happy about the appearance of outsiders. It... doesn't really look like this is a place that gets many visitors.

[Heck. No one even works the damn gift shop.]

[zackthekiller]

No shit, Sherlock. It didn't look like anyone wanted us around to me. And trust me, I know what that's like.

[He hasn't even tried to kill anyone and he can't really get along with anyone. Maybe it's his poor manners, maybe it's because he's a freak wrapped in bandages. Either way, he's so used to that reaction he doesn't even care.]

[overworker]

[He might not care, but she does. That's terrible. No one deserves to be used to that.]

...don't let it get to you. I'm sure to them we all seem plenty strange.

But you're one of us. We should be okay as long as we stick together.

[zackthekiller]

I'm not too worked up about it...

[Really, he wouldn't give a rat's ass what other people thought of him as long as they leave him and his loved ones be.

Though... The girl's words do get him to glance at her.]

... Thanks.