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

[whitemoontiger]

[ To him he figures there's no use in hiding what he's been through as it's made him who he is today, even if there are some questionable things seemingly missing from his memories but he doesn't know exactly what or why. ]

Huh? Actually... i've always had this hair color my whole life.

[ He reaches a hand up to tug lightly at the longer strand of his bangs somewhat idly. ]

Though I can see why you said that... as it is a bit much to go through. Especially since most of it is somewhat recent.

[unwittingking]

[...somehow this kid having natural gray hair since birth is the most surprising thing he's heard recently. He's not fully sure why, but it just is.]

Okay, how recently are you talking about here? Because if it's not at least a weeks worth of breathing room between that and now, I'm going to start worrying about you're home life.

[That makes him horribly worried already, just so you know.]

[whitemoontiger]

[ There's a very brief pause before Atsushi just offers something of an awkward laugh, a sheepish look crossing his face just then. ]

There definitely wasn't any breathing room between the last thing I told you happened and arriving here. You could say it just kind of started.

[ Meaning the essential start of this little 'all out war' between his work and the mafia. ]

My job is a little dangerous at times, but i've kinda gotten used to it, actually.

[unwittingking]

[That's got him shaking his head and pinching the area between his eyes.]

Kid, when you get back there, you need to ask for a break. Some time off or something. Because with all of that, and now this train kidnapping? You kinda deserve something.