The next morning Simon, Lily and Jo rush off to the train station, which is fortunately not far. The summons from Victoria was urgent. "I need you South!" the telegraph read. How the attendant found you to deliver it was a mystery but then the woman was a witch, she had her ways. "Go to New Orleans immediately! I will find you!" That was all it said. It was decided that the group should split, especially since the need here was so pressing, and you three were deemed best fit to answer the call.
I hate trains Lily grumbled as she plopped down in the seat, stuffing her carpet bag under the seat and crossing her arms.
Whatever this is, it had better be important. I hate being stuffed in a tin can full of people she glares at the other passengers as though it is somehow their fault she is there. Seeing a scowling Indian woman, most give her a wide berth.
I don't suppose either of you have been to New Orleans? Full of hoodoo isn't it? I think Victoria is from there... she muses.
ooc: Since you will be sleeping on the train, here's a link to what the sleeping accommodations look like. Crappy eh?
http://reboot.rebootillinois.n...eeper-car-design.jpg