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]

Well...at least I haven't gotten chased out of the other stores or buildings so far. [Though she is more low-key and less aggressive most of the time.] But yeah...there are a few of us that stand out way more.

[zackthekiller]

[He just nods at her.] Lucky you.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah...you wanna go check out what food they have? [She figures he probably won't be fond of the library, with the illiteracy and all. Though she supposes she could try and find some simpler books to start with...]

[zackthekiller]

... Sure, why not?

[telecosmetic]

Okay! Onwards, then! [To the Retching Netch! Which isn't a really flattering name.]