[You're sucked away from whatever you were just doing on the ship and promptly spit out onto a bus, seated on one of the bench seats (either together or separate seats, however you decide.) Outside, you can see your surroundings are dim, all fog and trees.
Neither the driver nor her companion turn around to greet you, at the moment. The only sound is the thrum of the bus's engine (doesn't that sound more like a train? Well, whatever) and the wind rushing by as you drive.]
intro.
[You're sucked away from whatever you were just doing on the ship and promptly spit out onto a bus, seated on one of the bench seats (either together or separate seats, however you decide.) Outside, you can see your surroundings are dim, all fog and trees.
A young woman sits in the driver's seat, while an imposing man sits near her. Throné has a pocketwatch in her hand, a red clock with a little fire embellishment, that is warm to the touch, and each of you has either an outfit or an accessory signifying your given E.G.O.; they cannot be used at the moment, but you get the feeling that these will be more effective with a buildup of emotion. You also get the sense that it's not without risk. There are also weapons on the bus, if you decide to take a regular one; you're probably going to need it.
Neither the driver nor her companion turn around to greet you, at the moment. The only sound is the thrum of the bus's engine (doesn't that sound more like a train? Well, whatever) and the wind rushing by as you drive.]