Welcome aboard the Excess Express. Where are we going? Insane! At the speed of crazy! Wait, wrong notes. This train ride will be anything but smooth sailing, although what form that will take will change around as we progress along the rail to Poshley Heights.
We start with our own room. Every passenger on board has their own room, but none of the staff do, for some reason. I'm not sure where they sleep.
Goombella: Wow! The Excess Express! This is soooo totally luxurious! The three days to Poshley Heights are just gonna fly by! Omigosh, I'm so PSYCHED!
Koops: Imagine! The Excess Express! This is pretty darn nice! The three days to Poshley Heights ought to go pretty quick, huh?
Flurrie: Mercy! The Excess Express! This is rather magnificent! I could get used to this! ♥ The three days to Poshley Heights will be over in the wink of an eye!
Dr. Agon: Aw, yeah, the Excess Express! This is so deluxe, man! The three days to Poshley Heights are gonna be over like THAT!
Bobbery: Harumph! The Excess Express! Rather posh, I must say! Yes, rather posh, indeed! The three days to Poshley Heights ought to pass in an eyeblink, eh, old boy?
Ms. Mowz: Mmmm... the Excess Express! Now this is what I call traveling in style! The three days to Poshley Heights will be over before we know it, dearie!
So, uh... does room service get lumped into Don Pianta's ticket? I mean, we can afford it, but I'm not sure I really want to lose the money.
Goombella: Huh? There's something on the floor! Was that there when we arrived?
Koops: Hey... There's something on the floor, there. Weird... When did that get there?
Flurrie: Hm? Mario, dear, there's a bit of trash on the floor. How long was that there?
Dr. Agon: Huh? Hey! You see that? Something on the floor! When did that get there?
Bobbery: Hm, now? Well, I'll be bombed! What's that on the floor? And when did it get there?
Ms. Mowz: Mmmmm? There's something on the floor... Trash, perhaps? When did that get there?
Funnily, Vivian seems to be the only party member who doesn't seem to think that note wasn't there last time she looked. On one hand, she's used to gaslighting. On the other hand, this is going to be relevant information.
We can't even spend five seconds in the land of the rich without getting a death threat. Sounds about par for the course for a trans girl.
...OK, I love the weird interspersed nature of of Vivian panicking about Beldam's sinister plans and stifling her laughter at the idea this danger will take the form of "sticky, yummy doom". Even as a victim of abuse at these hands, even she can't take this entirely seriously.
Goombella: What a totally weird threat! You think Beldam has anything to do with it? Well, one way or the other, the note's appearance means the culprit's on the train! Ooh, I HATE threats! Let's get this nutjob before they try anything!
Koops: Ummm... That's an odd threat. You don't think that Beldam put it there, do you? Well, the fact that it appeared now means the culprit's on the train! We have to get this weird threatener before they do anything sticky or yummy!
Flurrie: A threat... a very odd one! You don't suppose Beldam is responsible, do you? Well, whoever the culprit is, they are most assuredly on this train! Let's get this villain before they try anything!
Dr. Agon: Whoa! What a freaky threat! You don't think this could be Beldam's work, do you? Whoever this psycho is, you gotta figure they're on this train, right? We gotta get this nut! Before anything bad goes down on this train!
Bobbery: Rather odd threat, eh? You don't think that Beldam crone's responsible, do you? Well, regardless of who it may be, the scoundrel is surely on this very train! Let's roust this swine before he or she has the chance to cause mischief!
Ms. Mowz: Mm... What a strange threat... Do you think that Beldam woman might be behind it? Well, at any rate, the fact that the note is here means the culprit is on the train. We must find this ne'er-do-well before he or she can hatch a plan!
And this is where the note's "sudden appearance" becomes relevant- if it was only put there after we got on the train, our culprit is also on the train somewhere.
Yup. Put on your deer-stalker caps and keep a good clasp on your pocket-watches, dear readers, for we have stumbled into a story straight out of Herringway.
