[ GRAVEYARD ]

[sheriffexe]

GRAVEYARD

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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THE BARTENDER

[sheriffexe]

[ 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. ]

[stentorian]

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.]

[sheriffexe]

[ Wow, Manfred. Chill out. ]

What makes this afterlife so different than the one you imagined? The fact it exists at all?

[sunnashi]

[ Hey buddy you look kinda really familiar, but it's not that it bothers this dead guy all that much. Higekiri won't ask for a drink, but he does rest his elbows on the counter, head in hands thoughtfully: ]

What a pleasant afterlife!

[ He almost sounds cheerful about it, even though... he did cause quite a ruckus. Now he's here, and it's much, much better than "there". How ironic. ]

Is this where everyone who dies in the game will end up? No matter what we did?

[ He sees a Manfred, so. ]

[sheriffexe]

Yep. Until the game ends, which requires either one person to be left or for either the Deputy or Bounty Leader to kill the other and win.

[coudre]

[ if there's one thing that one can expect nui not to be, it's complacent. she may have noticed the sniper's hideout location right before she was shot, but she doesn't know the assailant - for that reason, she wants answers.

in a stark contrast to the cheerful, happy-go-lucky attitude she had in the town, she slams her hands violently on the bar. her expression is nothing short of vengeful. ]

All right, cough it up! Who was it?

[sheriffexe]

[ He just continues wiping his glass. ]

Chane Walken.

[athenite]

Hal?

[ or someone else? she's not willing to be sure about it until she gets confirmation. ]

[sheriffexe]

[ A nod. ]

Hal. Same conscious, different platform.

[dubiousalignment]

[On Wednesday two more residents arrived to the train, and Tarvek is one of them. After a few hours he finally emerges from where he woke up, looking around with curiosity.

...you know, this isn't as bad. That's why, after the initial disbelief, Tarvek is...actually happy! And much more relaxed than he felt while being in the town, that's for sure.

So the train was where the "dead people" hanged at. Now he's wondering something, though. That's why once he sees the Sheriff he goes towards him, going as if he was going to greet an old friend]

Sheriff, this is not what I expected at all! Tell me, what are these bodies? Are the participants' minds isolated somewhere else, allowing us to control these bodies?

[The technical specifications of this whole thing could be of use back at home!]

[sheriffexe]

[ Well, at least someone's happy. ]

Your current bodies are intangible. A facsimile of your real bodies, which are currently destroyed somewhere in town. The train exists in another dimension that allows you to keep a host for your conscious until the game is finished and a winner declared.

[combattente]

[Once he's somewhat adjusted, he approaches Hal for something other than a glass of wine. His expression isn't necessarily threatening, but it's a little further from plain curious.]

Where are Tiara and Ao?

[sheriffexe]

They went home, like I said they would. They aren't part of this competition, only here to set an example. Memories wiped and returned to their universes, whole.

[tightly]

[ Sidling in -- no, who am I kidding, she just pops up like a shadow. It's a bit creepy. ]

I am owed a reward for my second kill. Is it too late to claim it?

[sheriffexe]

No. What is it that you want?

[insincerely]

[Shinnosuke is not even remotely happy and it shows, but first things first:]

Who the hell killed me?

[sheriffexe]

Zacharias Barnham.

[guiltlevel]

[ What's up.

Russell has successfully dragged Shinnosuke over by the sleeve. ]

Can we have a pizza party too?

[ Points to Shinnosuke. ] He's really sad you didn't give him one here, he really wants one.

[ Is that a lie? Probably. Hard to since Russell's dead inside with barely any emotion. ]

[insincerely]

... And I'd like you to know that this kid is full of bullshit.

[But yeah, he's still here, so whatever.]

[insincerely]

[Sorry for all the questions, Hal, but.

He just pops up and hands Hal a note with certain names on it. He probably ripped a page from a book in the library, but oops.]

Transfer my merit to all of these people. Can I at least do that?

[sheriffexe]

[ Just an eyebrow raise. ]

I can. You ain't got too much though, if you're sure about it.

[ceded]

[ Xion will end up here, too. She has no real desire to talk to him, but this is the only way to do this, and frankly, whatever issues she has with him she can work out more productively elsewhere.

So. Not unlike Shinnosuke, she'll hand him a note with just one single name on it. ]

I don't know if I really have any merit. But if this is all we can do, then ... please, give everything I have to him.

[sheriffexe]

[ He'll just look at the note before nodding. ]

Done. You don't have much though.

[impulsiveness]

[A couple... hours after he arrives or something. Pretend the Kyuu behind the curtain did this yesterday, sweats.]

Whatever merit I have — can it be transferred to Percy?

[Make Percy Jackson a teeny bit stronger, why not.]

[sheriffexe]

[ Just a look here. ]

Alright.