First Person: [It’s dark outside as he steps out of the train car, bewildered. He looks distinctly out of place, and not just because of the simple work clothes and the gold hammer at his hip. Looking over his shoulder at the train he’d just left, he realizes distinctly that it was a foolhardy thing to do, leaving the train…but for some reason, he couldn’t help himself.
Turning back to the darkened train station, it’s immediately evident that this is certainly not Game Central Station, or any other game he’d heard of. And nothing new had come in either…]
Ah, hello? [His voice echoes off the walls and into the night as he steps forward.] I beg your pardon for intruding…is anyone there? Y’see, I think the train-
[There’s a rush of air as the train suddenly departs, back the way it came. He breathes in sharply, but is surprisingly too late to react before the train has long vanished into the mist. Turning back to the empty, and not terribly welcoming train station, he peers out of the front door and into the vast city outside.]
…Oh my lands…
Third Person:
“…Oh my lands…”
To say that this was not Game Central Station was putting it mildly. It wasn’t even the train he’d caught from Niceland that dropped him off in this place – wherever this place was. But as Felix stepped off the train, he took a few seconds to look around in bewildered wonderment. It wasn’t any game he’d ever heard of, and besides that, no train he knew could take anyone from one game to the next – you always had to stop at Game Central Station first. Straightening his hat, he turned and looked over at the strange train, more of a full steam engine closer to what he saw in Hero’s Duty…if far less advanced. As he looked at it for a few moments longer, he moved a bit further away, as if being ushered by some unseen hand.
“Something squirrelly’s going on around here…and I don’t like it.”
A part of him wanted to be irritated; he didn’t make it a habit of being late, and Tamora, well, she didn’t tolerate tardiness either. It was possible that there was a glitch in the surge protector, but surely they would have all known about it. He would have felt something, and likely, he’d not have arrived here all in one piece. As he checked his pockets, just to make sure, he felt something heavy in his breast pocket. Frowning just a bit, he reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be…a medal? It unfurled from its red ribbon and dangled effortlessly by his gloved hand, but made no further explanation as to how it had come to be there. He certainly hadn’t brought one with him-
“What’s this…?”
It was about then that Felix noticed faintly along the edge of the medal, a seam, and underneath, a few simple buttons. Bringing it quickly into his palm, he touched it lightly and with a click, it opened, revealing a smooth watch face on one side and a simple screen on the others. It reminded him a bit of how the screens looked at the arcade, only without a view of the outside world.
“Jiminy, isn’t this a piece of work! I’ll bet some of the answers are right in here.” He turned it over a few more times, unaware that the tiny screen had flicked on in his perusal. “I can’t just sit around here waiting for answers…I’ll bet if I get high enough I can get a good view of the inside of the cabinet and maybe find out when the next train comes along!”
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[It’s dark outside as he steps out of the train car, bewildered. He looks distinctly out of place, and not just because of the simple work clothes and the gold hammer at his hip. Looking over his shoulder at the train he’d just left, he realizes distinctly that it was a foolhardy thing to do, leaving the train…but for some reason, he couldn’t help himself.
Turning back to the darkened train station, it’s immediately evident that this is certainly not Game Central Station, or any other game he’d heard of. And nothing new had come in either…]
Ah, hello? [His voice echoes off the walls and into the night as he steps forward.] I beg your pardon for intruding…is anyone there? Y’see, I think the train-
[There’s a rush of air as the train suddenly departs, back the way it came. He breathes in sharply, but is surprisingly too late to react before the train has long vanished into the mist. Turning back to the empty, and not terribly welcoming train station, he peers out of the front door and into the vast city outside.]
…Oh my lands…
Third Person:
“…Oh my lands…”
To say that this was not Game Central Station was putting it mildly. It wasn’t even the train he’d caught from Niceland that dropped him off in this place – wherever this place was. But as Felix stepped off the train, he took a few seconds to look around in bewildered wonderment. It wasn’t any game he’d ever heard of, and besides that, no train he knew could take anyone from one game to the next – you always had to stop at Game Central Station first.
Straightening his hat, he turned and looked over at the strange train, more of a full steam engine closer to what he saw in Hero’s Duty…if far less advanced. As he looked at it for a few moments longer, he moved a bit further away, as if being ushered by some unseen hand.
“Something squirrelly’s going on around here…and I don’t like it.”
A part of him wanted to be irritated; he didn’t make it a habit of being late, and Tamora, well, she didn’t tolerate tardiness either. It was possible that there was a glitch in the surge protector, but surely they would have all known about it. He would have felt something, and likely, he’d not have arrived here all in one piece.
As he checked his pockets, just to make sure, he felt something heavy in his breast pocket. Frowning just a bit, he reached inside and pulled out what appeared to be…a medal? It unfurled from its red ribbon and dangled effortlessly by his gloved hand, but made no further explanation as to how it had come to be there. He certainly hadn’t brought one with him-
“What’s this…?”
It was about then that Felix noticed faintly along the edge of the medal, a seam, and underneath, a few simple buttons. Bringing it quickly into his palm, he touched it lightly and with a click, it opened, revealing a smooth watch face on one side and a simple screen on the others. It reminded him a bit of how the screens looked at the arcade, only without a view of the outside world.
“Jiminy, isn’t this a piece of work! I’ll bet some of the answers are right in here.” He turned it over a few more times, unaware that the tiny screen had flicked on in his perusal. “I can’t just sit around here waiting for answers…I’ll bet if I get high enough I can get a good view of the inside of the cabinet and maybe find out when the next train comes along!”