[SIXTH SENSE] She whispers to herself, just barely audible to you since everyone else is too busy talking to each other. "A man with tusks will throw his trusty spade at one of our heads. The snow will be stained red..."
She snaps herself out of it. "Hm." She gives you an odd look but otherwise doesn't say anything.
>ASHLEY obtains SIXTH SENSE. +2 WILLPOWER and TALENT!Ominous. While your allies are decked out in the winter wear you gave them, you take this time to put it on yourself. As you take this moment to do so, your FORGOTTEN SIGNAL crackles to life. It's silent for a moment and you swear it's almost <span class="mu-b">annoyed</span> with how long its silence is.
"...THE GRAVEROBBERS <span class="mu-b">ARE VERY SUPERSTITIOUS</span>. THEY FEAR WHAT THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND. KEEP THEIR EXPOSURE TO ANOMALOUS ITEMS OR ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY TO A MINIMUM." It then goes quiet.
Right as it does so, your train arrives at the station. The door to the outside world opens up to reveal-
<span class="mu-r">FUCK.</span> You were expecting it to be cold but even with the dozens of layers you're wearing, you can already feel every part of your body shivering from the intense rush of icy cold wind that just blew in. Even Alexis seems to flinch and hiss as the wind hits her. Must be even colder than she's used to.
Your other allies? Sans Quentin, they're already regretting coming onto the mission. It's too late to back down now, though. Huddling together to keep some level of warmth, your group exits the train and into the station you arrived at.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNfojOroDCk - I-CORP NU-7
Well. 'Station' is too polite of a word, really. Aside from the platform you stepped on and the track leading to and from said platform, there's fucking NOTHING HERE. No people, no walls, no seats, nada. All that there is on the platform is a odd looking crate made out of a soft, pink metal labeled "FOR YOUR QUOTA. NICOLE, OPEN FOR PARADIGM."
Turning your attention away from the platform...it's a sight you have never seen before. The platform you're standing on is at the top of a pretty tall hill, about a solid 600~ feet tall, allowing you to get a pretty decent look at the scenery below.
At the bottom of the hill is a small town or, well, what's left of it. Most of the buildings are completely crumbled, covered by dozens of feet of snow. You're only able to tell there's any remnants of a building by a few bits of grey peeking out from the piles of snow.
A few brick and stone building stand tall but there's no lights on. Either no one lives there anymore or they're hiding. Neither soothes your nerves.
You look past the town. For miles on miles in all directions, the place is awashed in pearly white snow. It all becomes a haze that you can't remotely attempt to analyze or traverse. No wonder why Wiltshire said no one lives here.
"A winter wonderland." Wendy coos, almost like a child seeing snow for the first time. "Pure. Clean. Beautiful."
