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

[zackthekiller]

"Deerling!" [Friend hyooman they put him in a pokeball and left him in the regain hole again it was lonely.]

Woah. [He got caught off gaurd, but he manages to not drop it! After taking one look at that scruffy blob plush, he shoves it under his arm and motions for Eliza and Crown to follow.] Come on, I gonna dropkick this thing into the void.

[telecosmetic]

[Don't worry, friend human is here and ready to help protect you from being stuffed into the regain hole again. Eliza glances at Zack, a smile slowly spreading over her face as he describes his plans.]

Oh? ...oh! Nice! Let's do it!

might need the mods here

[zackthekiller]

[He grins and chuckles as he walks out of the car and exits the train. Crown's only willing to stand right at the exit and poke his head out the door to watch Zack march right up to the edge of Menahoven...]

[strangerpeople]

[Whachu doin zaaaaaak]

[zackthekiller]

[Nothin! He's just gonna stand a few inches from the edge...

Before dropping the Fav plushie. And kicking it as hard as he can.

YEET. Where does our doomed plushie friend go?]

[strangerpeople]

[For a moment, nothing happens. The plushie sails into the silent, eternal void.




Then, in the distance, there is a surprised-sounding skreeeeeeee?! that echoes through the air. Then, seconds later, guess what comes flying back faster than a speeding bullet.

Might want to dodge that.]

[zackthekiller]

Ha hahahahaha--H-HOLY SHIT!

[Does quickly stumbling backwards to the side and falling on his ass count as dodging?]

[strangerpeople]

[Yeah, that works!

The doll slams into the ground, leaving a tiny doll-shaped hole in its wake.]

[zackthekiller]

[Good... He's gonna... Drag himself off the ground and go stare into the hole.]

[strangerpeople]

[The doll stares back, the smell of old molded paper filling the air around it.

It's otherwise just....there. Dirty from the impact, but there.]