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

[telecosmetic]

Like I said, there's plenty of supplies here! So it's not too much trouble for me to make extra while we're stopped here. We might need them, after all. [She smiles, wide and reassuring.]

[biddentodance]

If things go like they did on the Vespertine... [There's a too-real chance someone will be hurt more seriously. And part of him wonders if whatever they make here will be all they can get...]

...is it topical, or are we supposed to drink these?

[telecosmetic]

They're potions, so I think you're supposed to just drink them. I hope it doesn't taste too bad... [And unfortunately she doesn't think to ask him if he's allergic to wheat.]

[biddentodance]

Cheers.

[In that case he'll just go ahead and down it. Bottoms up! Presumably it will in fact heal up those scratches.

The orange cat yowls and headbutts Eliza's leg.]

[telecosmetic]

Oh? You want pets? Promise not to scratch me? [Because Eliza is too good for this world, she reaches down to pet the angry cat.]

[biddentodance]

[And the little rascal purrs and rubs like the perfect innocent angel is absolutely is not.]

Think it likes you.

[telecosmetic]

Aw, you do, do you? [Eliza reaches down to pet the cat more thoroughly, a smile on her face.] Can you be good to Minato then? He's a good guy!

[biddentodance]

[There's a long, happy meow, kind of like "okaaaaayyyy!". Kitty agrees.

Do not trust kitty.]

Far as I know, it doesn't have a name... [...] Guess I should check if it's a boy or a girl?

[telecosmetic]

I guess...what about Yarnball for a name? The stripes and roundness kind of remind me of that...

[biddentodance]

Yarnball, huh? Cute and original.

[He smiles, just a little.]

[telecosmetic]

Thanks! But what's important is, do you like it? [Eliza continues petting the cat.] Yarnball-that sound like a good name to you?

[biddentodance]

[The cat makes happy noises,rubbing its cheeks against Eliza's hand.]

Sounds like it does... Never had a pet before, really.

[telecosmetic]

I've never had a cat before. Though there seem to be a lot of them gathering in the lounge now? And...they eat fish, right? We can probably find some of that in the dining car...