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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 3:47 am
 For those that want to get from point A to point B quickly and don't have a carriage or a pair of wings of their own, their best bet is the Train. If you cannot afford the pumpkin seeds required of first class, however, then the only alternative is the economic class.
And it is really, really apparent that it's economic class. The carpet is threadbare, the paint on the walls seems to be peeling, and the seats -- the seats! By looking at the carpet it's easy to see where the seats used to be. Instead, the middle of the cabin is taken up by rows and rows of closely packed together seats that looks rather cramped to sit in.
But hey, that's economic class for you!
Most of the passengers who were in here are now in the dining room attempting to rat each other out. There are a couple people still here, along with a rather annoyed looking drider ready to spin any unruly person into a confining web. There is also a banshee stewardess with a cart of food that is noticeably cooler than the one in the other cabin.Currently Present:Players: Ol-j-man is playing a(n) Demon/Inugami named Haku
Strapped to a Chair with Spider-Silk: Samuel Carlin is playing a(n) Monster/Water Horse named Breic Hanrahan Tuatha De is playing a(n) Reaper/Witch named Betty
NPCs:Erin O'Quinn, Female, 17, Ghost/Banshee. Took the job on the train to be able to have some spending money during the school year. Waiting tables is not her passion, but she does her job with a smile. RPed by StarieMichieArel: Male, ???, Ice Demon Being underpaid means he got stuck in the 'economy' class. This poor Amityville faculty member went to Halloween 'Old Town' to pick up some documents, but didn't expect the train to have some hiccups on the way back. Talvrae, Female, 23, Drider. Stewardess in charge of ensuring that the guests are comfortable. However, someone failed to inform her that the economic cabin was to undergo such a drastic change. Now the queen of unused pillows and blankets that nobody has room to use, and said pillows are too tiny to construct a pillow fort.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:13 am
It was . . . what . . . how . . .?
She'd just fainted. The odd-talking reaper had just done absolutely nothing but babble, and now she was off to the injured cabin. And now here he was brought to the - the economic cabin like he was a puppy who had done something wrong! The small inugami gritted his teeth as the ambiguously-gendered attendant let him go, eyeing the cramped seats indignantly - not that he couldn't fit in them given his size, but -! "Idiots!" he grumbled under his breath as he picked a seat near the door to the dining cart; maybe he could hear them if he stayed close enough.
Well, least he was out of harm's way . . . for now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:32 am
Unfortunately someone else seemed to have the exact same seating idea as this newly dubbed 'suspect', and was not very happy with their new seating buddy.
The just-as-tiny (and unfortunately just as 'old') frost demon waited for this student to stop talking to himself before lightly tapping the connecting handle between the two chairs. Just because the school had a horribly poor budget when it came to paying underpaid secretaries it did not mean he had to suffer it by sharing.
"Hey, you, student." Arel had finally decided that tapping the chair could only get one so far. He slightly pulled down his scarf so he could actually talk to the perpetrator beyond mumbling through a layer of wool. "How about moving to another chair, I don't do sharing well."
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 5:09 am
When the door opened and the student was escorted in by the reaper, Talvrae had to quickly skitter to one side to avoid being seen. It wasn't that she was slacking, oh no -- as soon as the door closed, the drider was right back at the door, an empty drinking glass held up to her ear as it was pressed against the thick door.
Or, that was the plan, at least. At Arel's complaining, the drider looked away from the door and glared at them both. "Do you mind?" She asked, "I'm trying to overhear what's go-"
From the other side of the door, there was a commotion. A rather loud one at that, complete with yelling and shrieks! "Candlejack!" Talvrae cursed as she tried to pull open the door. "Why did that heel-wearing reaper lock the door?!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 6:41 am
There where shrieks in the main cabin yet again, and Erin didn't want to stick around. She had been hiding up until now, but didn't feel like taking her chances anymore. One of these psychopaths could decide that she was going to be next.
She kept low to the ground, and scampered over to the door for the cabin where they were keeping everyone they thought was the attacker. Obviously, none of them where since trouble was still being caused.
Someone on the other side had let out a small curse, and was tugging on the door. Why they wanted out, she had no idea. Erin unlocked the door frantically shoved it open, probably to the dismay of the person on the other side.
"Aye, you best be getting out of my way. I need to get in," she chirped in her "waitress voice". People seemed to respond to the happier, lighter tone a lot better than if she had been shouting.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:36 am
Oh just perfect. He should have noticed that the seat right next to him was occupied and freezing. Shuddering away from even the slight tapping on the connecting arm-handle, Haku turned his head to the frost demon. "You know what? How about no." What, did he have a stigma about him or something? He was tired of being bandied about, first by those mongrels in the main cabin, and now this guy?
"This is insane . . . treating it like a sports game on the skelevision!" he went right on muttering. Well he wasn't just going to sit here and wait as they bring in more and more denizens. "Miss! Miss, ah . . . well either of you would do. Do we have napkins and some sort of writing utensil in this cart? I'd like both if we do." He was going to start keeping track of, see if maybe there was a pattern. "Oh and, um . . . somebreadandbutterifpossible, for two."
This sort of stuff made a guy hungry! 'Course, if the demon next to him didn't get him miffed, he'd be happy to share - even if the other guy already stated he wasn't good about that.
The small boy then leaned forward, ears pricked curiously. What was going on in there now? Grunting and shouting . . .
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:57 pm
If his eyes could shoot literal daggers, he would have murdered the entire front of the "economy cabin" by now. Granted, students went out of their way to not respect faculty at school: so this kind of treatment was really not that unfamiliar to the underpaid ice demon.
Arel opened his mouth to say something upon seeing the drider standing next to the door with an empty drinking glass held to her ear - was she not aware that train doors had about a meter of oh, SPACE in between doors?! Combined with the hostess and the overly whiney pipsqueak, he pretty much wondered at this point if the entire freaking Amityville Marching Band was going to show up in the front row as well.
With an exasperate sigh, he dug deeper into his seat and turned around the other direction, attempting to use his cape as a makeshift blanket. The earmuffs did nothing to block the sound.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 8:09 am
Tied. Tied down. Tethered like an unruly colt. And for what? Defending himself against the witch who tried to poison him? Fighting off a pile of students leaping on him and trying to keep him still long enough that she could finish what she'd started? He could still taste those nasty spices in his mouth and he spat. Who cared that it wasn't sanitary or polite? He wanted none of that in him.
All right, so he'd been planning on attacking Betty from the beginning of the trip. So he'd only spared her as long as he did because someone else--probably her!--had been taking other students out already. But she was far from innocent. She'd deserved what she got.
They all did. Trying to hold him down that way, like they'd wanted him to be the next one taken out. He wriggled in his seat, testing the silk that held him in his seat and finding that there was no hope of slipping free. He exhaled gustily and stopped struggling. Instead, he glared across the car at Betty. "Guess you're not as popular as you thought."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:03 am
(( *had a bowl of stupid cereal yesterday morning and forgot about simple things: like how carts have spaces in between* 8D; ))
Perfectly content with the demon's literal and figurative cold shoulder, he sat and watched the front doors along with the stewardesses boredly. Who would be next, he wondered. There had been mentions of Puck, the poltergeist who looked to be having too much fun watching the chaos play out, but he himself was still wondering about Mister "I'm going to sit here and read a book while ignoring all of you", which Haku found particularly annoying and suspicious -
Then the door suddenly flew open and in came two unruly passengers that were quickly tied down with silk. He recognized their faces and narrowed his eyes in confusion. Both of them looked as if they had been fighting, or still would be if they weren't constrained. "What happened?" he asked, as eventually someone had to even if neither decided to answer. "You both look like someone started a fight in there." Especially the girl, who for some reason had Jack-o-lanterns upon her head and hands.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:42 am
"Shut up, ponyboy," Betty snarled in Breic's direction. The jig was up; no use pretending to be the sweet witch anymore. She'd been growing tired of that saccharine oooh I'm so scared, let's play detective act anyway.
A brief moment of struggle confirmed the incredible strength of the spider silk, and then the plump witch sank back into her chair. No use wasting her energy on a futile endeavor, not when she could save it for later. "It would have worked out fine if you hadn't tried to BLUDGEON me to death with those stupid hooves of yours!" Her voice came out a little bit muffled and echoing slightly inside the gourd that was currently serving her for a head. It was over-large for her and the eyes and mouth were not quite carved in the right spots, so she could only just barely see the room.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:54 am
Ponyboy. His lip curled. He wasn't a pony. Hadn't he proved that in the main car? Hadn't he given a good accounting? No pony could have done that. Besides, names were easier to brush aside when they were spoken by a pumpkin.
"Someone did," he agreed with Haku. "She did. Trying to poison me with her pumpkin head making...stuff." He spat again. "Oh really? It would have worked out fine? We could have held hands and skipped in circles once everyone else was gone?" He snorted. "Right."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 12:20 pm
"Poison?" The witch was far more vicious than he recalled, how odd! And this "would have worked out fine" deal . . . Oh my. Then that meant -
"You two were the ones causing all that trouble?" Haku asked with more incredulity than he meant. Not that students couldn't cause mischief given the right circumstances, but well . . . He didn't think water horses and witches ranked very high on the "terrifying" scale. And that said much, coming from a boy small enough to be squished by most.
This revelation led him to the most sensible question Haku could phrase currently: "Why? Was there some sort of grudge going on? Or was this just some horrid prank?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 3:19 am
Even if there was a meter between train doors, it didn't stop Talvrae from at least trying to listen through the door with her glass. It had a mixed result: it was easy for her to hear the "oof!" and "aughs!" from the bezerker brawl earlier -- even if you didn't need a glass to hear that, Talvrae would be more than happy to inform you that she heared it better than you. Yeah. Totes.
As Erin came tumbling through, Talvrae side-stepped and let the waitress in, looking after her in a puzzled fashion before - CLICK! The door was sealed. "Batdro- oh. What? Napins, yeah, writing utensil... Nope, we're out," Talvrae told Haku before adding, "But we have lots of blankets and pillows, even if it's rather difficult to use either in those chairs..."
She trailed off a sthe door opened again, letting in the two bezerkers. She assisted with tying them into their places, skittering away quickly on her bulky lower half. While the Train preferred to have all of its employees in humanoid form, Talvrae completely ignored this regulation and worked with her spider lower-half. It wasn't too bad on a night like this where she was stationed in one cabin, but on nights when she had waitress duty? Ugh! Fitting through the doors was a squeeze!
But -- ah! She watched the two tied up bezerkers with fascination as they bickered between the two of them. So these were the two that started it? Interesting! But... what was going on in the main cabin? The hostess turned her back on the accused and eyed the mouthspeaker suspiciously. Wasn't there a way to turn that on...?
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 11:59 am
((OOC: I'm sure Erin knew there was space between the doors, but her player forgot... orz))
The cabin was filling up quickly. There weren't as many people in this cabin, and there were certainly more seats, but it just felt more crowded. The oversized spider-woman took up a good chunk of the walkway. Erin never understood why her co-worker couldn't just keep things simple and walk around on two legs like the rest of them.
Walking to the back of the cabin, she tired to smile and nod at all the passengers. One she recognized as a teacher at her school. What was he doing in here with all the scoundrels? She knew sometimes teachers wanted to strangle their students, but she didn't think one of them would actually do it. Then again, he wasn't tied down like a couple of the others, so he must be in here for some other reason.
When Erin reached the back of the cabin, she took out her keys and unlocked one of the liquor cabinets. A glass of Scotch should cool her nerves. She wasn't nearly old enough to drink, but she always felt that one should follow the spirit of the law and not the letter of it. This was a situation that called for breaking the rules a little.
She made a face when she drank it. "Bleah.... I don't know how people drink this stuff."
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:26 pm
Betty... was pretty much stuck. It wasn't like she was going to be able to convince Haku to free her. Even if he could be manipulated to her purposes (highly unlikely) there was that drider right there in plain sight. Therefore, what was the point of lying to him?
"I had things under control," Betty explained to Haku matter-of-factly. "And I knew there was something weird about the pony over there, right from the start... But of course, as soon as the mob turns against him, he has to go and try to assault me. So I defended myself."
With poisoned baked goods. Although that one had backfired on her, a bit... She thumped one pumpkin-encased hand against the side of the chair morosely.
She completely ignored the question of why she'd done it.
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