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

[notthebreakman]

I don't think I need to worry about vampires as much as the rest of us, so I don't mind acting as a bodyguard to the others to keep them safe.

[Proto would rather not have to spend the rest of existence in an eternal time loop, thank you very much.]

But why suddenly switch trains and Conductors partway through... whatever this is supposed to be?

[overworker]

While I appreciate it, you should be careful as well.

[Why are you all like this.]

Did something happen to the other one that we can't remember?

[notthebreakman]

Unless the vampire drinks oil and coolant, I should be alright.

[Huh, he has the weirdest sense of deja vu, like he's met that exact type of vampire...

...Aaaaaand now it's gone.]

I... don't know. I feel like it must have, but if we can't remember anything...