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.]

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INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

[dragonmouth]

[Tali's gotten most of her meals from the lower, less fancy of the two cars for the past couple of days, but she'll go to the fancy upper car on Thursday for two meals, first when the afternoon tea shift starts at 3:30 and again at the start of dinner.

Both times, she'll look around somewhat anxiously. Anything of note?]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, she will hear skittering here and there. The rats are definitely working overtime!]

[dragonmouth]

[ wait what the fuck is this about rats ]

[strangerpeople]

[There's a rat chef pushing a plate in front of Tali.



What? Rats can cook.]

Your dinner. Enjoy.

[dragonmouth]

Oh! Um, thank you...

[ She'll have a look! What is it exactly? ]