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

Lounge

[notthebreakman]

[It seems like the others on this train have been having much better luck with the baggage claim than Proto has. The sight of Louise gives him pause as he has to move past bad associations with snakes that aren't her fault, but it's his shield that holds his attention.

(He flashes back to two conflicting memories aboard the Vespertine: a girl with blonde pigtails freely returning the shield after initially confusing it for a body board, and somehow getting into a discussion with Caleb about how the magic of his world worked after the mage had demanded fair payment for it in return.)]

...Eliza. Is there anything I can do for you to convince you to hand that shield over to me?

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza blinks at his question.] Hm? You don't need to do anything for me! I brought it here so that whoever owned it could easily find it and get it back. It's yours, right?

[notthebreakman]

Well, yes, but--

[Frankly, the fact that everyone so far has been willing to just give him things they'd gotten from the baggage claim has left him at a bit of a loss. It's not that he can't believe people would be so altruistic, but the fact that no one has asked for anything in exchange... it feels like the balance of things is uneven.]

[telecosmetic]

Really, it's fine! I want everyone to get back things that are important to them, after all. [A pause] I guess...if you got anything, you could just let me take a look and see if there's anything of mine there?

[notthebreakman]

Well... thank you, then.

I haven't gotten anything that seems particularly unique from the claim so far, but you're more than welcome to check. I'll be sure to let you know about anything else I get in the future as well.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza nods.] Thanks! I'm not sure what things of mine would be in there, so it's possible something I own is in there after all. [She hands over the shield.] Do you have anything else to do, or can we go see your stuff now?