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]

Careful's not really my style.

[ Honestly, that's fair.

There's a brief pause as he considers her words. Then again, he's just using a sword and not his flames. ]

Why would there need to be a referee?

[overworker]

If you're going to go all out, then it would be good to have someone on the sidelines in case anything happens.

That way, you can leave me to worry about any injuries so you don't have to worry about holding back.

[It feels like a safe and fair way to make it work.]

[otherworldlyking]

Oh?

[ He supposes he wouldn't have to even bother with doing the work to clean up if there are injuries too which would be Work, so... ]

Then, feel free to come.