So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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To be fair, she never planned to tell him. There was, once, a time when she asked someone else if she should (that someone else turning out to be a rather unfortunate choice), but despite being encouraged to confess, it never felt like a good idea. Though she learned over the weeks that Shinnosuke was not as cold as he wanted to seem, she still knew there were limits, boundaries, unspoken. Confessing that she loved him felt very much like she'd be stepping right over those boundaries, and pushing him away was a risk she couldn't afford to take.
Even now. Even just now, when she'd tasted the words on her tongue, when there is no war left for them to wage. Even now when there is only the waiting, she won't take the chance that confessing her open secret will drive him away.
The open affection she shows him just feels like something right; like something they simply are, now. Maybe sometimes it's an indicator of her feelings. But never is it a hint that she might want something more. However she feels, "more" isn't her goal. What she has is enough, for her. ]
... live, without a purpose or a goal ...
[ she laughs abruptly. ]
What does that even mean?