epidemiology | EVENT ★ WELCOME TO PERDITION'S REST

ARRIVAL

Recruits leave Oska at midday, with about 10 minutes of final warning given from over jewelcomms. Then the white mist rises as rifts open, and Oska is left behind. When they arrive in the new world, they’ll find themselves aboard a train, specifically seated in the coach traveling compartments. The other passengers -- humanoids with muted skin tones and bright eyes -- have already been notified of their arrival, so although there will be a good deal of curious staring, particularly from children, no one is going to be very alarmed at the strange, eclectic assortment of aliens that suddenly show up on board.

It seems that, for once, recruits will enjoy a peaceful arrival. The dusty scenery flashes by placidly outside the windows, the rumble of wheels is constant and soothing, and there’s even a snack cart that makes its way around (the snacks aren’t free, though -- recruits are provided a modest sum of Qorral currency, and the locals are already interested in getting in on it).

BAD COMPANY

The first sign of trouble appears about two hours after arrival when there’s a faint BOOM and each of the train cars gives a little shudder. That would be the rear train car’s back wall being blown open. The other passengers know exactly what this means, and some lock themselves into traveling compartments while others haul out previously put away shotguns and pistols, ready to do what needs doing.

And what needs doing is to fend off the troupe of bandits that have decided that this train looks ripe for the plucking. They board from the gaping hole they blew in the last car and begin shooting their way up the length of the train, robbing as they go, but they also circle out on their horses (mechanical and only vaguely horse-shaped four-legged contraptions that easily keep pace with the train) to provide an armed and unfriendly escort. They’ll shoot through the windows if anyone looks like a troublemaker, and are old hands at ducking to the other side of their horses to use them as cover from any return fire.

The conductor and all present passengers would really appreciate a hand from any recruits who feel like stepping up. Those not quite ready to engage in a shootout can always keep the civilians locked into the compartments company. They, especially the children, might need some calming words (and the sage advice to keep away from the windows, and stop making faces at the bandits).

The bandits put up a pretty good fight, but will eventually be driven away (hopefully without having snagged too many ill-gotten goods from the hardworking citizens of Perdition’s Rest), and peace falls back over the train. The passengers will be a bit frazzled afterward, though, and no one can quite ignore that whistling sound caused by the missing back wall of the final train car. It’s a long two more hours before they reach their destination.

WELCOME TO PERDITION’S REST

A dusty wooden sign swings on rusted hinges overhead as the train pulls into the station: PERDITION'S REST. The engine finally stills with one puff of smoke, and as the passengers begin to disembark, recruits will find a small group awaits them.

The Mayor, his aide, and the sheriff are gathered just outside the train station, and once everyone is more or less off the train and conveniently gathered, the Mayor will clear his throat for attention.

"I'm guessing y'all had a long ride here, didn't you?" He addresses the crowd calmly, with the kind of voice that doesn't need to be raised much to be heard. "Heard about them bandits.They ain’t gonna trouble you here in town, but best mind your wanderin’. I'm Mayor Mordecai Jones, and Perdition's Rest welcomes your company. You'll find our businesses hospitable and our services ready. We're a quiet place, keep mostly to ourselves and don't bother none. You'll do just fine here if you abide that."

The aide waits quietly as the Mayor speaks, while the sheriff eyes the gathered bunch with a resigned wariness. She, and a few other locals who would be willing to speak up if asked, are of the opinion that they've gotten by just fine for 30 years without anyone's help, and they don't figure they need it now. But they'll tolerate the meddling, so long as everyone plays nice.

Mayor Jones's speech draws to a close with a last note that trouble can be brought to him or to Sheriff Rosamund Holladay, and he, his aide, and Sheriff Holladay break the meeting without further ceremony and head away.

Welcome to Perdition's Rest. It's recommended that you look around a little, familiarize yourself with the place, and find lodgings. It's going to be home for a while.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Mission: Perdition's Rest! This mission will last for around three months, currently slated to end in mid-December. Depending on developments, this schedule is subject to change at our discretion.

You can view the dossier here, which contains information that is ICly known to all characters, no matter their arrival time. You can find locations here.

Please direct all questions pertaining to the mission to the dossier page to keep questions and responses in one place for easy player reference. General game questions should be directed to the FAQ.

The Bounty Board will be updated this weekend, so keep an eye out! Remember you can also request bounty missions or submit player plots at any time.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Law honestly hasn't interacted very much with Sabo. He doesn't know much about the man, other than that he was a high ranking officer in the Revolutionary Army and Luffy's brother. More importantly, though, he spoke to him while Law was under the effects of the temporal bug bite. It's been bothering Law for a while now, so when he happens to glance Sabo while the mayor is welcoming them all to town, he makes his way over to the blond man, with a sour expression on his face.

He's also missing his usual spotty hat, for some reason.]

Sabo-ya. I need to speak with you.

[Likewise, Sabo doesn't know much about Law save for the fact that he's Luffy's ally and one of the Worst Generation pirates - renowned and wanted by the Marines. Having interacted the man as a kid, he quickly warmed up to the idea of Law being allied with Luffy after he spoke with the younger brother. He was in the crowd of people in town when Law approached him, and looks at the hatless man with a confused expression.]

Ah, Torao. What's up? [He crosses his arms, tilting his head.]

[Law is like, 85% sure that Sabo hadn't called him Torao the last time they spoke. Apparently it's spreading. How horrifying. He doesn't dislike the nickname enough to make a fuss about it, though.]

You met... the younger version of me. [He seems to dislike even saying those words.] Keep it to yourself.

What for? [He furrows his brows, staring at the Surgeon of Death. Partially out of confusion, but also partially out of not comprehending why???? ]

A lot of people were kids here once during the temporal incident. I'm not sure why it would be embarrassing not to tell anyone how you were as a child. [Because he's nearly.. the same in attitude.. just shorter and lighter skinned in bitty form.]

The why doesn't matter.
[Obviously. He's just surly and secretive.]

I'm not embarrassed, I'm just telling you not to bring it up.

I don't get it.

[insert sighing]

What's the big deal? [Because totally rewording a question is gonna get you an answer..]

[Law stares at Sabo for a moment as he fights the urge to knock that stupid top hat off of his head.]

I'm a private person. Stop asking questions.

There's nothing private about being a well-known criminal, Torao.

[Considering your wanted posters are everywhere???? Though he's not any better.. since he's also pretty famous..]

[Wow, look at this fucking pirate idiot geting owned. This is the point at which Law would normally pull his hat down, but of course when he reflexively moves to do so, there's nothing there for him to tug.]

I didn't ask for that. Blame the Marines, not me.
[Blame them for everything, fuck 'em.]

Shouldn't the World Government be blamed though?

[Considering the Marines are just taking orders from them. Higher ups do issue the Wanted Posters.. but do they decide it? No.. it's usually the officials who decide who is a criminal who is not. He knows that for a fact.]

You might want to double check on your facts, Torao. [He looks up at what appears to be a frustrated but hatless Law... Law please.. you might need something else to hide your face in.]

[There's a long pause where Law just glares at Sabo. He's right, sure, but that's not the point. Eventually he gives up.]

Whatever. Don't play semantics with me.
[TURNS TO LEAVE... so he can sulk elsewhere.]

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