Event start: On the train

[utopiamods]

The clothes Dunleavy had mentioned were simple light trousers, three plain t shirts in school colours, a warm jumper; again in school colours and a pair of walking boots. There was also a small rucksack so spare clothes and other belongings could be packed.

On the platform NPCs were loading what seemed to be tents, cooking stoves and sleeping bags into the hold. Those chosen were ushered onto the train and told to sit wherever they liked.

Once everyone had arrived the whistle sounded and for the first time in fourteen weeks the train set off in the opposite direction. Smoke whistled happily past the window as they began to go faster past meadows and trees.

Then, quite suddenly everyone began to feel very sleepy. "There is a story everyone knows..." It was that old dream again, lulling you in and you find your eyes dropping against your will...

When you wake up the train is slowing and the countryside looks different, mountainous, rougher; a little more wild.

"Attention everyone, the train is approaching it's final destination. Please be ready to leave the train in half an hour." As people shake off the last of the sleep this message continues.

Then it changes, "You will notice that some of your now possess a coloured exaclan glove on your chair, others will notice a coloured ring. Please put them on now. Your first task is to find your Player if you are a Weapon, or your Weapon if you are a Player. Find the person whose colour matches yours."

((The information post that has the colours and pairs is here!))

Comments

[countryofassholes]

"Hmm... not quite, but it doesn't really matter." Britannia answered after a moment, a curious smile quirking her lips. The mistake was a common one and, once upon a time, had been intentional. A product of once being an empire with a heavy amount of male chauvinism. Britannia, doing what she did best, had simply adapted to the situation at hand in order to continue her facade of strength.

In hindsight, it seemed silly now, but the damage was done and it wasn't particularly detrimental enough that she had to change her behavior now. Besides, as much as the modern world might try to disregard it, it was still a very male orientated society. Being mistaken for a man had its advantages.

"I hope you can use a sword." She added, tone bright with levity.

[brittspierce]

"Oh...okay. Well, do you like being called Britt for short or do you prefer Britannia?" Because clearly this is the most important question that she needs to be asking right about now. Well, if she doesn't mind being mistaken for a man then that's exactly what Britt is going to continue to do.

She looks a little confused for a moment at the comment and then she gets it, "Oh! You're my weapon aren't you? Your weapon is a sword? Sure, I can work with that." A pause, "Even if this is my first time being a Player and I don't exactly know what I'm doing..."

Yep, you got a good one here, Britannia.

[countryofassholes]

"Britannia's already a nickname, actually." The nation replied with a polite smile and a shrug. "And I think Britt suits you better." She added, making it very clear that she had no interest in taking the offered title.

Already she could feel the tiniest inklings of exasperation and grudging resignation forming in her stomach as she realized exactly what she had been paired with. A giggly blonde who didn't understand the severity of their situation. Then again, it wasn't as if she was aware that she had been vowed with a weakened weapon. So, with a shrug, she kept the bright smile on her face even as she answered in bright tones.

"It's alright, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Otherwise we'd lose."

[brittspierce]

"Oh, okay.." She looks a little hurt for a second that she would turn down her suggestion of the nickname but then she smiles again after a few seconds. "I guess having two people with the same name would just get a little confusing after a while."

Yes, Britt is a giggly blonde but when she sets her mind on something there's no backing down. This is just her personality and there's absolutely nothing she can do about it. What she can do though is work as hard as she can to win this...somehow. Brittany shakes her head at the last comment. She's determined.

"Oh, we're not going to lose. I'll make sure of it."