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sheriff swanson (sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[ The Sheriff -- or Hal, rather, considering he's not actually quite the Sheriff here -- is behind the bar, wiping down glasses and just keeping things in order as the days pass. He really doesn't seem bothered by any of this, huh?
He's also here to talk, if you so wish. ]
He's also here to talk, if you so wish. ]
Should I be grateful that we aren't truly dead, or is your ruse so elaborate that it includes an afterlife?
[Manfred grumpily sits himself down before the bar, but he doesn't order anything...yet, anyway. He wants one shot of I DEMAND EXPLANATIONS. Or three.]
[Manfred grumpily sits himself down before the bar, but he doesn't order anything...yet, anyway. He wants one shot of I DEMAND EXPLANATIONS. Or three.]
Edited 2017-02-02 00:23 (UTC)
[ After Jason and Shinnosuke's post office adventures, a small mailbox will appear in the lounge car, next to the bar. It sticks right up out of the ground and the flap lies open, ready to take anything those have offered.
There is also a note attached to the mailbox. ]
Send a letter to the living this way. Once a week they'll be delivered. Thursdays. Some letters are subject to censorship. Put the name of who you want to send it to on your envelope, please.
There is also a note attached to the mailbox. ]
Send a letter to the living this way. Once a week they'll be delivered. Thursdays. Some letters are subject to censorship. Put the name of who you want to send it to on your envelope, please.
...Let's try to figure out what's going on? I hope you guys don't mind talking about your final moments or roles if you had them, but we can also ask Hal the identities of who murdered you. Maybe we can figure out who's who, that might be fun. I'm a little bored.
[ On a luxury suite-train-thing, only him. But he has a large sheet of paper and some pens in different colors. ]
My role I gave away, but I was a Bandit along with Ezio. These are chosen every week to ensure a kill happens every week, even if no one else talks to Hal about it to kill of their own volition.
If both of us turn down killing or "participating", we'd be killed for breaking the rules. We were told there's a role for that.
If only one of us participates by killing and the other lets them be executed, meaning they do not participate, then no one is rewarded, so it's better for us both to participate, or else there's just meaningless deaths.
So, the idea is that one kills, the other helps them get way with it, by covering it up or swaying suspicion from the killer during the trial in order for us both to be rewarded.
[ Yeah... That's why he went there during the trial. ]
Ah... I couldn't say it because of the rules, but Ezio ended up blackmailed because he refused quite adamantly at first. So his "reward" was to not have his loved ones wiped from existence.
[ On a luxury suite-train-thing, only him. But he has a large sheet of paper and some pens in different colors. ]
My role I gave away, but I was a Bandit along with Ezio. These are chosen every week to ensure a kill happens every week, even if no one else talks to Hal about it to kill of their own volition.
If both of us turn down killing or "participating", we'd be killed for breaking the rules. We were told there's a role for that.
If only one of us participates by killing and the other lets them be executed, meaning they do not participate, then no one is rewarded, so it's better for us both to participate, or else there's just meaningless deaths.
So, the idea is that one kills, the other helps them get way with it, by covering it up or swaying suspicion from the killer during the trial in order for us both to be rewarded.
[ Yeah... That's why he went there during the trial. ]
Ah... I couldn't say it because of the rules, but Ezio ended up blackmailed because he refused quite adamantly at first. So his "reward" was to not have his loved ones wiped from existence.
So that's why the Sheriff was so sure a murder is always going to happen.
[It's not a pretty game, that's for sure. So, thinking about the third week...]
Is it possible for both Bandits to decide to kill different people instead of covering up for each other?
[It's not a pretty game, that's for sure. So, thinking about the third week...]
Is it possible for both Bandits to decide to kill different people instead of covering up for each other?
[ As of Wednesday, Nisha is here, and once she gets the lay of the land she's spending a lot of her time drinking. Might as well take advantage of a well-stocked bar, and there isn't a lot else to do. ]
...what are you doing here?! You won the duel, why are you dead too?
[So much for a fair duel. Was it pointless, he wonders?]
[So much for a fair duel. Was it pointless, he wonders?]
[ Simon finds himself a comfy couch to flop on, an arm hanging over one side and a leg hooked over the back, and he laughs the manic, hysterical laugh of someone who is not and has never been okay. At this time Money finds him and interrupts his self-pity. ]
...They got you, too? What kind of sicko kills a perfectly good monkey?
[ While the irony is that Simon himself might have offed the monkey had he arrived from a day later in his canon, right now he has nothing but sympathy for the little guy and beckons him over to cuddle. ]
...They got you, too? What kind of sicko kills a perfectly good monkey?
[ While the irony is that Simon himself might have offed the monkey had he arrived from a day later in his canon, right now he has nothing but sympathy for the little guy and beckons him over to cuddle. ]
Edited 2017-02-12 18:56 (UTC)
[Guess who's here. Sorry, Higekiri. Ezio's already begun painting his next portrait, this time of Manfred von Karma. He figures he might as well, now that the cat's out of the bag and all. He's also gone back to wearing Renaissance clothing because look, he doesn't like the Western theme.]
[ Half-drunk and skulking, Simon stops to check out some art. ]
You're pretty good.
You're pretty good.
[Well. This isn't what Lust expected.]
[Honestly, she'd expected nothing. Like the mermaid in the story, she was a thing with no soul, nothing to exist beyond the physical. And yet...]
[Well. She'd already begun doubting what her master had told her anyway. And really, there's some relief. This is much nicer than any afterlife she'd ever heard of. And she doesn't have to worry about the stupid game anymore, being frightened and worried and unable to even take advantage of some kind of freedom. But perhaps now. There's plenty of company here.]
[And there's good food and drinks! Which Lust goes for immediately.]
[Just...no wine. She doesn't think she'll be drinking that anymore.]
[Mostly she's simply exploring the train and wondering at what all this means.]
[Honestly, she'd expected nothing. Like the mermaid in the story, she was a thing with no soul, nothing to exist beyond the physical. And yet...]
[Well. She'd already begun doubting what her master had told her anyway. And really, there's some relief. This is much nicer than any afterlife she'd ever heard of. And she doesn't have to worry about the stupid game anymore, being frightened and worried and unable to even take advantage of some kind of freedom. But perhaps now. There's plenty of company here.]
[And there's good food and drinks! Which Lust goes for immediately.]
[Just...no wine. She doesn't think she'll be drinking that anymore.]
[Mostly she's simply exploring the train and wondering at what all this means.]
[ A really nice afterlife, isn't it? Exploring the train is also quite fun, so no one can blame Lust for enjoying the luxuries... and a sort of freedom. Frankly, freedom from the game is best part of it. Almost. If she's not too occupied, Higekiri's going prod for something... important, he supposes. ]
Excuse me... Lust is it? I know it isn't polite or pleasant to recall, but can I ask what happened?
[ ... ]
This place is nice, and we don't have to worry about our lives at the whims of a game anymore. Ah... I guess some of us still worry, since there's things we don't know. Please understand.
Excuse me... Lust is it? I know it isn't polite or pleasant to recall, but can I ask what happened?
[ ... ]
This place is nice, and we don't have to worry about our lives at the whims of a game anymore. Ah... I guess some of us still worry, since there's things we don't know. Please understand.
ought to have top-leveled before whoops let's pretend this was just after he was killed
heroinwait
2017-02-16 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waking up on the train is pretty much the exact opposite of what Riku expects when he dies. Waking up in darkness, trapped amongst the shadows, left to wander meaningless paths forever? That would have seemed a little more appropriate. But he's awake and on the train, and when his hands to up to touch his throat all he feels is hard, raised scar tissue, ringing his neck where the wire had sliced into his flesh.
Well... there's little reason to stay put, not when he doesn't know how long he'll be waiting for the game to end.
When Riku comes into the main cabin of the train, he's whole again, save for the scarring across his throat.]
Well... there's little reason to stay put, not when he doesn't know how long he'll be waiting for the game to end.
When Riku comes into the main cabin of the train, he's whole again, save for the scarring across his throat.]
[ All the TVs tonight will be mysteriously unable to turn on and watch the events from happening. Spooky. ]
[ Hey. What's up.
So, yeah... The bed is kind of comfy, so it'll probably take a goooood long while for Russell to actually leave it -- mostly because he's under the impression he's ... Dead and stuff, so he's really confused?
But anyway... You might either see him hesitantly peek out the door..! Feel free to say hello.
OR...
After a bit he'll try to explore, and finally make it to the main cabin of the train. Very quietly, he'll enter... But he won't approach anyone.
But. Hey. He's here. ]
So, yeah... The bed is kind of comfy, so it'll probably take a goooood long while for Russell to actually leave it -- mostly because he's under the impression he's ... Dead and stuff, so he's really confused?
But anyway... You might either see him hesitantly peek out the door..! Feel free to say hello.
OR...
After a bit he'll try to explore, and finally make it to the main cabin of the train. Very quietly, he'll enter... But he won't approach anyone.
But. Hey. He's here. ]
Welcome to the other side of the board, Russell.
[Tarvek waves at him. He has been having a grand old time since arriving, watching the events with interest. It sure is different when one isn't in middle of it all]
[Tarvek waves at him. He has been having a grand old time since arriving, watching the events with interest. It sure is different when one isn't in middle of it all]
[Sei's leg is back! That's a good thing.
Not so good is the fact that, y'know, she's dead, but... she's still conscious, so she can deal. As long as she can walk and talk, there's still something she can do. Maybe she didn't want it to have to be from this side, but -
Well, she'll just have to explore.]
...err.
[She realizes, as she sees the group of other people who have died, that she has no idea what to say to any of them.]
Not so good is the fact that, y'know, she's dead, but... she's still conscious, so she can deal. As long as she can walk and talk, there's still something she can do. Maybe she didn't want it to have to be from this side, but -
Well, she'll just have to explore.]
...err.
[She realizes, as she sees the group of other people who have died, that she has no idea what to say to any of them.]
[ Is it cold in here or is it just the frozen glare of a spiteful asshole? Simon is sitting in a corner with his monkey in his lap and a beer in his hand. The monkey is also holding a beer. ]
Are you already here? Wow. I knew my life wasn't worth much, but this is ridiculous.
Are you already here? Wow. I knew my life wasn't worth much, but this is ridiculous.
[HEY
SO
GUESS WHO.
first order of business is dealing with Russell after screaming about how much she cares about him in the middle of the main cabin?!?! but once she's done with that, Yuna, wide-eyed, uncertain, dead—dead, sometimes she rubs idly at her neck, sometimes she grips her fingers around something that isn't there—gets to wandering.
But...in true Yuna Yuki fashion, she doesn't seem so distressed. Curious, but unhesitating. When she sees people she was friendly with, she smiles, wide and bright and same as ever.]
SO
GUESS WHO.
first order of business is dealing with Russell after screaming about how much she cares about him in the middle of the main cabin?!?! but once she's done with that, Yuna, wide-eyed, uncertain, dead—dead, sometimes she rubs idly at her neck, sometimes she grips her fingers around something that isn't there—gets to wandering.
But...in true Yuna Yuki fashion, she doesn't seem so distressed. Curious, but unhesitating. When she sees people she was friendly with, she smiles, wide and bright and same as ever.]
[ Simon is disheveled and doesn't smell the greatest right now. A sleeping Money is nestled into his jacket. ]
...Oh. Hey.
...Oh. Hey.
(( Alright guys we need a wall of shame for the living-- I mean a helpful way to make sense of this. So by Yuna's Arts and Crafts Corner is a colorfully decorated bulletin board to make sense of this mess, due to various reasons for Why We Are Here and Dead.
It is on a Google Spreadsheet for convenience. There's two separate parts: left is for death information, right is for roles.
Please fill the first tab in with IC knowledge, and it's up to the character's choice if they want to fill it in, no pressure! If your character doesn't know who killed them, they don't know. Or ask Barkeep Hal if you want, but be nice and patient to Squee, please. There will be an OOC tab too because not everyone's always here in the Graveyard and people might want answers, but I might ask Squee for help with that one, so refrain from editing that one, please!
Marvel at Whole Ass making a Whole Mess, but don't forget to love/tag character toplevels too! ))
It is on a Google Spreadsheet for convenience. There's two separate parts: left is for death information, right is for roles.
Please fill the first tab in with IC knowledge, and it's up to the character's choice if they want to fill it in, no pressure! If your character doesn't know who killed them, they don't know. Or ask Barkeep Hal if you want, but be nice and patient to Squee, please. There will be an OOC tab too because not everyone's always here in the Graveyard and people might want answers, but I might ask Squee for help with that one, so refrain from editing that one, please!
Marvel at Whole Ass making a Whole Mess, but don't forget to love/tag character toplevels too! ))
Edited 2017-02-18 22:34 (UTC)
[You know what, Riku's got literally no problem with calling this one out.
Riku - killed by Hannibal Lecter
Thanks for that, Doctor.]
Riku - killed by Hannibal Lecter
Thanks for that, Doctor.]
[ As soon as she feels like leaving her private room - which, for the record, won't be especially often - she situates herself much like she had done in the inn, way back when. With a book and a plush seat for one, she sits by herself, alternating between reading and staring out the window.
People are free to come up and talk to her, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll be acknowledged.
(I'm sorry in advance.) ]
People are free to come up and talk to her, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll be acknowledged.
(I'm sorry in advance.) ]
[Well, well, well. Look at that.]
[Lust honestly bears the woman little ill will. Someone was going to kill her, and Chane had done so in an arguably kind and dignified fashion. As she'd told Ezio, she could even admire it, if she hadn't been on the receiving end of it.]
[But she does have a question. So she approaches.]
Don't worry, I'm not here for any vengeance or to curse you out for what you did to me. It's the nature of the game, we make our choices and do what we feel we must. And we all get what's coming, sooner or later. Myself included. But....as you did rip me away from the first and only modicum of happiness I have ever had in my miserable slave's existence...
I think you owe me why. Why me?
[She's also mildly curious as to how Chane wound up here, but she isn't interested in much of a conversation, and she wants to know what she died for.]
I can fetch you pen and paper, if need be.
[Lust honestly bears the woman little ill will. Someone was going to kill her, and Chane had done so in an arguably kind and dignified fashion. As she'd told Ezio, she could even admire it, if she hadn't been on the receiving end of it.]
[But she does have a question. So she approaches.]
Don't worry, I'm not here for any vengeance or to curse you out for what you did to me. It's the nature of the game, we make our choices and do what we feel we must. And we all get what's coming, sooner or later. Myself included. But....as you did rip me away from the first and only modicum of happiness I have ever had in my miserable slave's existence...
I think you owe me why. Why me?
[She's also mildly curious as to how Chane wound up here, but she isn't interested in much of a conversation, and she wants to know what she died for.]
I can fetch you pen and paper, if need be.
[ Well. She didn't sleep before her death, so waking up in a plush bed is hella nice. Even if Sara doesn't linger; if anyone's looking for her, or even if they're not, they'll find her in one of the plush seats with a beer bottle because she's still got quite a bit to think through.
And you know, beer solves most problems.
Come here, Higekiri, she's ready to hurt. ]
And you know, beer solves most problems.
Come here, Higekiri, she's ready to hurt. ]
[ Russell will definitely be looking for Sara after her death! He's still feeling pretty bad after everything that happened this week.
Uhh...!! Well, here goes!!!! He approaches Sara, but he's obviously being really shy about this. He's fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve every now and then, and still looking down on the ground to avoid eye contact. ]
. . . You shouldn't have confessed ......
[ He wanted her to live??? ]
Uhh...!! Well, here goes!!!! He approaches Sara, but he's obviously being really shy about this. He's fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve every now and then, and still looking down on the ground to avoid eye contact. ]
. . . You shouldn't have confessed ......
[ He wanted her to live??? ]
[ Well, guess which almighty creator of the universe just got killed only to wake up again in the coolest train he's ever seen? Furthermore, he looks clean as a whistle and the light in his eyes has returned as well.
Sadly, dying hasn't crushed his solipsism philosophy at all - if anything it has reinforced it. Now he knows without a shred of a doubt that he's never ever ever ever going to die for real. No way. After all, he's the center of the world and everyone else is probably just a dream he's having.
It's a good dream, though. He likes it. He likes everyone here, even the ones he'll probably have to rough up a little. He's a mafia man, after all, it can't be helped. ]
Wow, what a show! I hope the others die soon, too, we can have a little reunion party.
[ Aside from all the grudges that a lot of them will harbor, oops. ]
Sadly, dying hasn't crushed his solipsism philosophy at all - if anything it has reinforced it. Now he knows without a shred of a doubt that he's never ever ever ever going to die for real. No way. After all, he's the center of the world and everyone else is probably just a dream he's having.
It's a good dream, though. He likes it. He likes everyone here, even the ones he'll probably have to rough up a little. He's a mafia man, after all, it can't be helped. ]
Wow, what a show! I hope the others die soon, too, we can have a little reunion party.
[ Aside from all the grudges that a lot of them will harbor, oops. ]
[HAHA, WOW, WELL, THAT WAS TERRIFYING????
a little less terrifying to witness from the afterlife instead of in person BUT STILL TERRIFYING!!! WHY
leave it to Yuna Yuki though to go approaching shovel dad anyway despite his horrifying upgrade to shovel dad, albeit from a respectable enough distance]
...Mister Walken?
a little less terrifying to witness from the afterlife instead of in person BUT STILL TERRIFYING!!! WHY
leave it to Yuna Yuki though to go approaching shovel dad anyway despite his horrifying upgrade to shovel dad, albeit from a respectable enough distance]
...Mister Walken?
[ So, the Bartender has something to share with everyone today, since there's so many people here. He'll ring a bell in the lounge cart to beckon everyone to gather and then smile placidly as he wipes the counter down. ]
So, so far only one of the living has figured this out. They asked the right questions, got the right answers. And as things will be coming to a close here in the next few weeks, I'm going to tell everyone here something important. You can try and tell it to the living but I'll censor it. It's just to give you the peace of mind that you've made the right choice here.
To go home, you must die. If the revival choice is chosen once the game is won, the game cannot be ended until everyone is dead. This is why the Deputy can only be killed by the Bounty Leader and vice versa for a win. This is why only one person left standing can win. This is why even if they think of an alternate route out of here, where no one will kill each other, they will need to kill themselves to leave.
You have to get on the train to leave. The only way to get on the train is to die. It's pretty simple.
I know you're going to try and tell the living this. Again, I will censor it. I'm only telling all of you this so you understand that you are in the right place you need to be to go home. They have to finish the game, you do not. You're done. You have to wait.
It's up to them to decide what to do once they finally figure this out. It's up to you to take comfort in already being where you need to be.
That's all.
So, so far only one of the living has figured this out. They asked the right questions, got the right answers. And as things will be coming to a close here in the next few weeks, I'm going to tell everyone here something important. You can try and tell it to the living but I'll censor it. It's just to give you the peace of mind that you've made the right choice here.
To go home, you must die. If the revival choice is chosen once the game is won, the game cannot be ended until everyone is dead. This is why the Deputy can only be killed by the Bounty Leader and vice versa for a win. This is why only one person left standing can win. This is why even if they think of an alternate route out of here, where no one will kill each other, they will need to kill themselves to leave.
You have to get on the train to leave. The only way to get on the train is to die. It's pretty simple.
I know you're going to try and tell the living this. Again, I will censor it. I'm only telling all of you this so you understand that you are in the right place you need to be to go home. They have to finish the game, you do not. You're done. You have to wait.
It's up to them to decide what to do once they finally figure this out. It's up to you to take comfort in already being where you need to be.
That's all.
... Can you say who figured it out?
[ Let's start there. ]
[ Let's start there. ]
[Anyway, he had a shitty week, so... Yeah, you know what, sure?
Sure.
Eliot just gets himself a drink asap and then goes to wander, because honestly what else is he gonna do for now. Maybe he'll throw some darts. Why the hell not.]
Sure.
Eliot just gets himself a drink asap and then goes to wander, because honestly what else is he gonna do for now. Maybe he'll throw some darts. Why the hell not.]
[It's a strange feeling, to be both happy and upset at the same time. But that's the only way Lust can define her feelings when she sees Eliot on the train.]
[She can't help but feel some sort of positive feeling. He's the first person that's cared about her, even knowing a fraction of what she was. She likes him. She's missed him, missing talking to him, being in his company.]
[But being here also means he's gone and gotten himself dead. Which is what's at the forefront of her mind when she approaches him. While most of her reunions have been rather restrained things, a polite smile, a touch on the shoulder, a squeeze of a hand...]
...What did I tell you?
[She had just told him not to die. Not even a handful of days ago. She doesn't know whether she wants to hit him or hug him. She settles on a light whack of her hand on his shoulder before going for the latter.]
[She can't help but feel some sort of positive feeling. He's the first person that's cared about her, even knowing a fraction of what she was. She likes him. She's missed him, missing talking to him, being in his company.]
[But being here also means he's gone and gotten himself dead. Which is what's at the forefront of her mind when she approaches him. While most of her reunions have been rather restrained things, a polite smile, a touch on the shoulder, a squeeze of a hand...]
...What did I tell you?
[She had just told him not to die. Not even a handful of days ago. She doesn't know whether she wants to hit him or hug him. She settles on a light whack of her hand on his shoulder before going for the latter.]
[ Well. That was fun, wasn't it?
There's definitely quite a long time before Hannibal emerges from his room, though it's hardly because he's bothered. On the contrary, he's quite happy with the luxurious arrangements, and he takes a fair amount of time to enjoy them. His poster had spoken of hedonism, and it was completely accurate, after all.
Though eventually, he'll make his way to the dining car. He's a bit disappointed to not be able to cook for himself, but he'll settle, he supposes. For now, he tests the luxury that it can provide, and he orders himself a plate of gigot d'Agneau and a glass of fine, red wine. He'll take a seat at a table to enjoy his meal, though he doesn't quite approach anyone to say hello.
Though you're welcome to come to him, naturally. Just mind your manners. ]
There's definitely quite a long time before Hannibal emerges from his room, though it's hardly because he's bothered. On the contrary, he's quite happy with the luxurious arrangements, and he takes a fair amount of time to enjoy them. His poster had spoken of hedonism, and it was completely accurate, after all.
Though eventually, he'll make his way to the dining car. He's a bit disappointed to not be able to cook for himself, but he'll settle, he supposes. For now, he tests the luxury that it can provide, and he orders himself a plate of gigot d'Agneau and a glass of fine, red wine. He'll take a seat at a table to enjoy his meal, though he doesn't quite approach anyone to say hello.
Though you're welcome to come to him, naturally. Just mind your manners. ]
Sensei?!
[Here's Sei, who was eating something before he entered the dining car... she doesn't notice when he sits down a few tables over, but she looks up and suddenly he's there.]
What are you doing here already? I thought for sure you'd last longer! ...not that it's not good to see you, of course!
[Here's Sei, who was eating something before he entered the dining car... she doesn't notice when he sits down a few tables over, but she looks up and suddenly he's there.]
What are you doing here already? I thought for sure you'd last longer! ...not that it's not good to see you, of course!
[The main reason why Shinnosuke even opens his eyes (he's tired, let him rest) is because he registers light.
And, well, what the fuck.
That's the most surprising thing, honestly. He already knew where the dead ended up, so the train doesn't mean anything to him. But afterwards, once he's readjusted to having vision again, his next thought is this: shit. Again, he's reminded that he failed. That's why he has to get up, though—because if there's anything he can do to help the others, he has to do it.
So even though he really just wants to sleep, nope. He's getting up and briskly walking around the train, as if looking for something (anything, really).
HI GUYS.
(Also, another thought in the back of his mind: who the hell killed him??)]
And, well, what the fuck.
That's the most surprising thing, honestly. He already knew where the dead ended up, so the train doesn't mean anything to him. But afterwards, once he's readjusted to having vision again, his next thought is this: shit. Again, he's reminded that he failed. That's why he has to get up, though—because if there's anything he can do to help the others, he has to do it.
So even though he really just wants to sleep, nope. He's getting up and briskly walking around the train, as if looking for something (anything, really).
HI GUYS.
(Also, another thought in the back of his mind: who the hell killed him??)]
... Just because I missed you doesn't mean I wanted to see you that soon.
[ And here's Sara, leaning against one of the walls and speaking up as she catches sight of him. ]
[ And here's Sara, leaning against one of the walls and speaking up as she catches sight of him. ]
[ The first thing Xion does when she wakes up is start to cry.
This is mostly lingering fear and panic from right before she was killed. It doesn't take too long to dissipate, leaving her free to investigate this place, for the first time from the inside. The train.
It's nice, and she kind of hates it.
She'll stay in her room for a while, getting used to walking on two legs again and not needing any kind of support. Her bed, the window, and the town without all get an angry, unhappy frown, and before too long she has to leave. She is somewhat more subdued than you might expect for someone who has been ... allowed, finally, to rest.
(She did not want to rest.)
However... there is one benefit to being in this place that she intends to capitalize on fully. Xion will end up in the lounge and kind of wait there nervously, hoping that the people that she's missed will turn up there, too. Anyone she doesn't find there, she'll try to track down in the bar.
There are many people here now that she wants to be able to see again, and wrap her arms around. ]
This is mostly lingering fear and panic from right before she was killed. It doesn't take too long to dissipate, leaving her free to investigate this place, for the first time from the inside. The train.
It's nice, and she kind of hates it.
She'll stay in her room for a while, getting used to walking on two legs again and not needing any kind of support. Her bed, the window, and the town without all get an angry, unhappy frown, and before too long she has to leave. She is somewhat more subdued than you might expect for someone who has been ... allowed, finally, to rest.
(She did not want to rest.)
However... there is one benefit to being in this place that she intends to capitalize on fully. Xion will end up in the lounge and kind of wait there nervously, hoping that the people that she's missed will turn up there, too. Anyone she doesn't find there, she'll try to track down in the bar.
There are many people here now that she wants to be able to see again, and wrap her arms around. ]
[ This is not... how things should have been.
Even after all Chane had done - (killing Nui, killing Lust, lying, lying with a bland little frown) - it chafes at her somewhat muddled sensibilities to see Xion after having been so struck down. There are some things that ought not to be touched, people who she wanted to be safe.
Xion should have lived. Xion should have never known the worst of this community, the weight of visceral fear in a person's last moments, violence and what it does to a heart --
Well, there's nothing Chane can do for the Xion of two days ago.
For the girl who's here now, however, she'll open her arms, if and when it's necessary. Chane does start off smaller, of course: a small, somewhat awkward wave. ]
Even after all Chane had done - (killing Nui, killing Lust, lying, lying with a bland little frown) - it chafes at her somewhat muddled sensibilities to see Xion after having been so struck down. There are some things that ought not to be touched, people who she wanted to be safe.
Xion should have lived. Xion should have never known the worst of this community, the weight of visceral fear in a person's last moments, violence and what it does to a heart --
Well, there's nothing Chane can do for the Xion of two days ago.
For the girl who's here now, however, she'll open her arms, if and when it's necessary. Chane does start off smaller, of course: a small, somewhat awkward wave. ]
[Shinnosuke has just one thing to say about this trial:]
Are you friggin' serious.
[WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.]
Are you friggin' serious.
[WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.]
[ Hey. ]
. . . He never did that with us while we were at the trials.
. . . He never did that with us while we were at the trials.
[ Can you believe Russell successfully wrangled Shinnosuke into helping him with this?
At the dining cart, like Hal said, there are the same kind of pizzas that are at the saloon right now. He'll be handing them off to Shinnosuke because HE'S STILL GOING TO HELP WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT. ]
At the dining cart, like Hal said, there are the same kind of pizzas that are at the saloon right now. He'll be handing them off to Shinnosuke because HE'S STILL GOING TO HELP WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT. ]
[Now they have pizza, and this trial is still a mess.
SIGH. But fine, he'll help out.]
Well, things are going well for Mr. Barnham, I guess.
[And if no one brings up the possibility that Xion's food or drink was drugged LIKE HE DID WITH LUST BACK THEN he's going to be so disappointed in everyone.
Maybe.
His expectations at this point are pretty low tbh.]
SIGH. But fine, he'll help out.]
Well, things are going well for Mr. Barnham, I guess.
[And if no one brings up the possibility that Xion's food or drink was drugged LIKE HE DID WITH LUST BACK THEN he's going to be so disappointed in everyone.
Maybe.
His expectations at this point are pretty low tbh.]
[ Meanwhile, all Xion has to say about this trial is: ]
... can I punch him when he gets here? Please?
[ Soft, unhappy, and just a little bit intense. ]
... can I punch him when he gets here? Please?
[ Soft, unhappy, and just a little bit intense. ]
If he'd let you, then sure.
[But if Will hurts Xion back then Shinnosuke might have to stab him—]
[But if Will hurts Xion back then Shinnosuke might have to stab him—]
[She doesn't leave the bed she wakes up in for hours.
Laying there, she thinks and she forces herself to breathe and she lets herself cry for a while. Longer than she would like to admit, even, but she does stop eventually. Her eyes are red and puffy when she finally begins to look around the rest of the train, but more than that, she just seems exhausted. The gaze with which she scans all the fixtures of the train is dull and apathetic, if she sees anyone, she freezes in place instead of issuing a greeting, as though she wants anything but to speak to them. After all, that's not far from the truth.
If nobody catches her as she first emerges from the bed, she can be found in the dining area. She's making it a point not to watch the trial, and instead she has... cake. A lot of cake. So much cake that is very quickly disappearing.
This is absolutely the best way to deal with shooting her former father figure to death and then being eaten by his boyfriend. As one does.]
Laying there, she thinks and she forces herself to breathe and she lets herself cry for a while. Longer than she would like to admit, even, but she does stop eventually. Her eyes are red and puffy when she finally begins to look around the rest of the train, but more than that, she just seems exhausted. The gaze with which she scans all the fixtures of the train is dull and apathetic, if she sees anyone, she freezes in place instead of issuing a greeting, as though she wants anything but to speak to them. After all, that's not far from the truth.
If nobody catches her as she first emerges from the bed, she can be found in the dining area. She's making it a point not to watch the trial, and instead she has... cake. A lot of cake. So much cake that is very quickly disappearing.
This is absolutely the best way to deal with shooting her former father figure to death and then being eaten by his boyfriend. As one does.]
[ Xion will find her.
Xion watches the trial, and didn't even know how to cope with the horror she felt, and now, after everything, will find her.
It's in one of the hallways, because honestly, Xion goes looking. She wonders if Natalie will turn up after Will confessed at the trial, and it scares and worries her that she doesn't find Natalie right away.
Then again, she too stayed in her room to cry after she woke up.
So she doesn't give up. She tries again, and again, until eventually, Natalie is there.
Natalie might freeze, but Xion won't. Instead she goes to her without a word and tugs her best friend into her arms, trying not to cry. ]
Xion watches the trial, and didn't even know how to cope with the horror she felt, and now, after everything, will find her.
It's in one of the hallways, because honestly, Xion goes looking. She wonders if Natalie will turn up after Will confessed at the trial, and it scares and worries her that she doesn't find Natalie right away.
Then again, she too stayed in her room to cry after she woke up.
So she doesn't give up. She tries again, and again, until eventually, Natalie is there.
Natalie might freeze, but Xion won't. Instead she goes to her without a word and tugs her best friend into her arms, trying not to cry. ]
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