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]

[... Oh.]

[Well doesn't that bring back memories? There's a ghost of a smile on Caleb's face as he tucks the vial into his pocket.]

How many supplies were in there? Do you know?

[telecosmetic]

It looked like quite a lot-enough to make all these potions and still have plenty left over. Plus I bet it also gets refilled, since it's meant for people to play around with.

[katzenpfote]

I might take a look... a few potions of various options might be useful to have.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah... [She makes a mental note to check the poison ingredients later. After all, there's no way to counter that as far as they can tell...]