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 Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:53 pm
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You purchased the ticket with the promise that it would lead you to somewhere amazing. For some, it was the promise of a better life. For others, a temporary escape from work and friends in a tropical paradise far far away from the city. Sure, trains weren't the standard for travel anymore- but you'd always wanted to ride one and the trip was minimally booked, so you had a private cabin all to yourself. It was going to be grand! A first class luxury rail system gliding through the countryside... Even an expedited airplane ticket couldn't replace the experience of it sometimes.
As you settled in, a young woman came past to check your ticket. She seemed friendly enough. "Good morning, did you find your cabin easily enough?"
You affirmed that you had, she punched your ticket stub, and then left you in peace. She introduced herself and advised you to call her if you needed anything at all before leaving you to the peace and quiet with directions of how to get to the restrooms and the dining car.
It was going to be a relaxing trip.
You are now on the luxury train. Feel free to explore and mingle with other passengers.
-Added Note: This is modern age, and the train is first class with Victorian style.
[Irrelevant notes; Cannibal, check your PM's > w<]
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:08 pm
This is clearly a murder on the orient express situation. We ALL are the killers!
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Right, movin' on. (I'm NOT serious about that guess)
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Nespin Fernagon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:08 pm
Olivia Spueka bustled her way into the cabin and sat in a flurry of skirts upon a spare seat next to the window. The light caught the glints of silver running through the dark hair severely pulled into a bun and faint lines to indicate she was on the early side of fifty. As usual the office had called with an emergency at the last minute. ‘Those silly girls couldn’t organise themselves out of a paper bag’ was Olivia’s irritated thought as she finally sorted out her belongings. ‘I almost missed the train and then where would I have been? This was supposed to be my relaxing holiday.’ Making a small noise of irritation she pulled out a book and smoothed down her ruffled long green skirt, perhaps not the most fashionable. However, when walking the skirt did make a delightful swishing sound that made a lovely counterpart to the click of her boots.
Only once she had properly recovered from the hurried entrance did Olivia glance up around the cabin.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:18 pm
Katherine went from compartment to compartment, making sure that all tickets had been checked while obsessively straightening her uniform skirt and fixing flyaway hairs from her bun. She was friendly enough, sure- but like all girls of her age and social status she seemed more interested in making herself appealing to any young gentleman callers that may happen upon the train. This was simply a temporary job anyway- only to help pay her tuition and get her through the last few years of college so that she could get a real job and get on with her life.
She assisted the remaining passengers coming on board with their luggage (which was in and of its self amusing considering she could barely lift a feather and practically fell over every time something was handed to her) before moving at a steady jog up through the compartments of the train towards the conductors car to make a broadcast.
"Welcome passengers, and please find your way to your seats! We will be departing the platform in exactly five minutes. Please ensure that all luggage is secure- the dining car will be open from noon to two PM and then from four to six PM for dinner. Please do not stick your arms or head outside the windows. Please enjoy your ride!"
On that note, she ended the broadcast.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:20 pm
Nespin Fernagon This is clearly a murder on the orient express situation. We ALL are the killers! ... Right, movin' on. (I'm NOT serious about that guess) 
*goes and buys a copy of the book*
and thanks for reminding me that I just watched the Agatha Christie episode of Doctor Who today sweatdrop /shot
I'll make a proper post tomorrow...I'm too lazy/tired since it's past midnight.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:21 pm
*Diamond Velvetkiss wandered out of her cabin with a mouse perched on her shoulder*
"Well, I suppose we should find something to eat."
*She turned around and faced the cabin then quickly looked up and down the hall to see if anyone is around*
"Don't worry Sweety, I'll get you something a PRINCE shouldn't have to get his own food."
*Dia quickly shut her cabin door and walked away with a smirk on her face*
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:34 pm
As of late, Asmaren Arastis had been traveling in cites riddled with violence. This brought back memories of his past, most prominently those of war and a disappearence. Though the elf was usually jovial, his disposition had been souring with those constant reminders. Thus, when he had seen the advertisement about a luxury train in the window of a travel agent, he bought a ticket in the hopes that he could forget, at least for the time being.
The day for the train arrived. Maren boarded the train with his bag, which was little more than a gunnysack, in hand. A curved sword was sheathed at his side. Over one shoulder hung a quiver of arrows fletched with the fallen feathers of a jay. The matching unstrung bow was in the hand not holding his bag. After finding his cabin and putting his sack on a chair, Maren glimpsed his reflection in the window. It showed a tanned elf about 6 feet tall. Framing a face with slate eyes, straight ebony hair flowed to his mid-back. By human standards, he looked to be in his mid-twenties, though he had actually lived for a few centuries. The shoulders of a forest green tunic were also visible. Turning away from the window, Maren began to stow his scant belongings for the trip ahead.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 9:54 pm
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Wait... what the heck is the setting??? Modern, past, Alt universe???
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:07 pm
Miss Perfection •○♣☼♣○•
Wait... what the heck is the setting??? Modern, past, Alt universe???
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I was guessing Victorian age with modern tech alt universe.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 11:31 pm
Miss Perfection •○♣☼♣○•
Wait... what the heck is the setting??? Modern, past, Alt universe???
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Modern - it's on a train, but this is an age where the option to fly was also available as mentioned in the introduction. It's a first class train done in a Victorian style though you're free to dress your character however you like since different people will have different taste in traveling attire and what they would consider appropriate to wear on a first class train. Some would choose to dress up (as yours did) while others would still choose to go casual xD
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:59 am
She sat staring out of the window of the train. Her father had insisted she was needed here and so she had gone, without a word as always. Always following orders always there till the last, never questioning. Her cloak sat billowed around her as she paced, she disliked confinement of any sort. But it was necessary.
She sighed as she looked around her cabin and took in the feel of the carpet on her bare feet - that had earned her an odd look from the conductor when boarding - but she had long since learn to ignore the looks of the Ignorant.
She returned to her watching and waiting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:19 am
 The landscape was flying by the window and part of him wished he could have been riding this train in the era it originally belonged to. It was a stupid wish, he scolded himself, as that would never have happened. Back then people like him wouldn't have been allowed to board. People wearing sneakers and cargo shorts and brightly colored shirts with flower prints that made their pale skin and ash-blonde hair look grayish in contrast. People who won their ticket on Radio NRG's early morning show by naming five Urban Brawl players who died during the first minute of a game. Tickets to be precise, the caffeine (or whatever) hyped moderator had auctioned off 'A trip to paradise for two' that day. He had no use for the second ticket anymore though, not since Anna had left him for her aerobics trainer about two weeks, six hours and 45 minutes ago. So he had simple sold it and used the money to buy his first pack of cigarettes in years, then something to drink and then some company - if only to be able to say he didn't drink alone. For a moment he wondered which of the other passengers was the one riding on Anna's ticket, but pushed the thought aside as quickly as it had come. Upon boarding the train he had sworn to himself to leave behind Anna and her aerobic trainer and that entire unlucky episode of his life. And he wouldn't allow anyone to drag him back there, himself the least. Determined to enjoy the ride Jan Weißflog let himself sink deeper into the plush upholstery of his seat and started skipping through his travelers guide while waiting for the dining car to open.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:25 am
A skunk appeared, no bigger than a foot, hopped into the luxury train without taking a look.
A ticket in mouth, with a purple bow on the neck; the skunk wished the train was a big ship so that it could perch on its deck.
Dawdling in to where the most passengers sat, Iwa got up onto something nice, and laid down for a nap.
I assure you I won't rhyme the whole way, but I will use purple font because someone else has green.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:39 am
(oh gawd...I'm so bad at roll playing [I almost never do it] and creative writing....this is gonna be hard for me to do. I'ma try to go make an avi to try and come up with a character/personality....I have a feeling I'm gonna fail epically and it's probably going to basically end up as an exaggerated version of myself)
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:03 pm
A girl in her mid-twenties sits in her cabin with her tote bag tightly clutched on her lap. As she sits there she nervously watches as people walk down the hallway. She has never been in a first class cabin before and has no idea how to act, in fact she wasn't even sure how to dress so that she would look like she actually belonged there. The previous night she had spent 2 hours and 38 minutes trying on clothes in an attempt to find an appropriate outfit that was neither overdressed nor underdressed.
But behind all this nervousness there was a seed of excitement. She had never left her hometown before and this would be her first venture beyond its boarders and she had no idea what to expect.
(/shot for fail attempt)
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