Play@YSDC

Folks, I missed this updated thread...from two months ago...lordy. My last few months have been nuts. BUT, I do hope nothing is wrong with our great GM.

"I gotta say, simple would be nice, really nice after all of that," Arty said as he waived at the distance. He had a slight twitch that rolled across the left of his neck and his shoulder.

"Yea, it's been a lot, the world seems to have gone off its tracks, again." Arty's tone was more reflective, hesitant like remembering something that was not really wanting to be remembered. He shook his head and turned back to the newcomer, " You got any way for all of us to get out...

Arty whistled when he heard the arrival date of the train. He shook his head slightly from side to side and then looked back at the man as Ms. Kate asked him if he wanted to know what had taken place over the past 14 months. Arty didn't disbelieve the man and what he said, it actually seemed right w...

Arty listened and as he did so, he started to have a feeling that there was not going to be a simple answer. There was also something odd about the man's story and his resignation to being a survivor of one. Something just didn't sit right with Arty. "Wonder if anyone actually got that telegrap...

"Why this place, what is the purpose of the train?" Arty asked. He wanted to wait, wanted to have the explanation proceed more conversational, but he was tired and that reverberated through his voice as he asked his questions. He sat the torch on a table, and then his walking stick. "...

"Ok, carrots and sherry, not the best of either drink or food, but here, something to eat and drink," Arty said as he took one of the withered carrots and bit off a piece of one. 'Now, explain this place."

"Vegetables, hmh," he realized that they hadn't looked into the smaller cooler. He gave a heavy sighed and stepped into the kitchen with his walking stick occasionally thumping hard onto the floor. He walked over to the stove and the neighboring cooler. He looked about and then opened the ...

"Fine, sure, we can see what they might have for you to drink, not going to make a meal though," Arty said with an obvious level of frustration. There was something that just didn't sit with him right when he heard the guy bargain for information. He turned and stepped back to the door of...

Arty followed up behind the other two and he just found it too odd to see Mr. Morgan there in a now functioning restaurant. He slid to off the light of his torch, slipping the shiny metal into his pocket with the wider, flared top pointing up. He didn't say anything, but rather his free hand came to...

"What in the blue blazes is that?" Arty's whisper was a frustrated hiss as he followed Kate to the door and heard the music.

"Alright, alright, I doubt the answer is upstairs. But, where would it be?" Arty asked and there was a tone of frustration laced within his question.

"Would that help? Would that maybe be what is bringing the trains here that we don't really see?" He asked and then looked about. "Is there a date on that telegram? Sender anything else?"

"Does any of that make any sense to either of you? " Arty rubbed his forehead and looked at the other two.

"Any luck with that letter, Miss Kate?" Arty asked hoping that enough time and heat had helped to thaw the letter.

He looked about as Kate looked down at the letter.

"no new passengers disembarking, right Jonathan?" Arty asked in hushed tones to Jonathan.

Arty looked at her, nodded, and then added, "Miss Kate, things making sense really have not been the order of the day here of late, wouldn't you say? He winked and had a grin on his face that belied the serious nature that his mind was trying to retain in processing what they had been through s...

"But, how do we go back into a different time by just stepping into a train? It's not making sense to me," Artemis asked as he continued to warm his hands. He stretched out his fingers and looked about the kitchen for any type of work schedule. Then he looked back down at the schedule Kat...

"I don't understand how it feels like a train arrived, but nothing has changed here," Arty whispered as he hovered near the lit stove trying to warm his hands. "Surely, there is something that we have missed, something we stumbled in on and didn't realize when we did so?

Sure, shhh ahhh rrrreee" , his words came out a jumble of long extended partial syllables as he watcher her press the paper to her chest. He looked about and carefully stepped to the stove his cane shaking with his hands as the blood began to push back the cold and the image of the frozen wait...