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

[eternaldivide]

Thors...

[ Mithos sets his tea cup down and reaches into his pocket and pulls out the device that the baggage claim had given him earlier. he then shows it to Towa ]

Is this yours, by chance?

[overworker]

[Towa's eyes go wide, getting a little misty.]

That's... my ARCUS unit...

[For some reason, seeing the familiar battle orbment makes her feel strangely sentimental. She laughs, embarrassed, wiping her eyes before gently reaching for the device.]

I can't believe it's really here. Thank you so much for finding it.

[eternaldivide]

[ Mithos can't help but smile lightly. He gladly let's her take it from his hand. ]

No need to thank me. [ he just kind of received it from baggage claim, anyways ] I'm glad it's going back to its rightful owner. I didn't know what it was, but it looked important and remembered you saying something about Thors.

[ He's thankful he was right ]