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

[dragonmouth]

It is! Perhaps I ought to change - wait here.

[ She's going to take it and dart off before returning, steampunk attire in her arms and new outfit on the body.

If nothing else, she certainly looks a lot happier. ]

[unwittingking]

[King doesn't go anywhere. He doesn't want to be rude, after all.

When she comes back, he gives her a small nod of approval.]

Looks good. I'm glad you could get it back.

[dragonmouth]

It's only the one, but...

Well, I'm sure I'm not the only one around here who finds the clothes they've given us unnecessarily restrictive, am I?

[unwittingking]

Considering what I'm used to wearing? You are not wrong.

[The only reason he's keeping the steampunk stuff on is because his tux should be worn willy-nilly and his usual attire...probably not good etiquette, around these people.]

[dragonmouth]

[ does he just wear no pants like every other cartoon animal ever ]

I suppose if we find enough supplies, we could make a few...alterations. What say you?

[ MAKE EVERYTHING EVER INTO A CROP TOP ]

[unwittingking]

[you guessed it in one go]

Sure. I'd like to not deal with gears for buttons as much as possible.

[If it must be a crop top THEN SO BE IT]

[dragonmouth]

I've never done any sewing before, but!

...

I'll go get the scissors.

[ WE'RE GOING ON A CROP TOP ADVENTURE, MILTON ]

[unwittingking]

[YIPPEE!]

Alright, I'll just wait here.

[Continuing with the book.]