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
LETTERS
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.
WEEK FOUR
PERCY JACKSON
Hey. Some of this might get censored even though I'm trying not to hit on anything that would be, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I'll try to stay vague enough you get the parts that matter. Pay attention, idiot. Whatever does get through, I'm specifically saying every bit of it for a reason, so don't waste this chance.
You're you, so you might wonder if this is a trick a little less than I would, but you'll still wonder. You drank fire water once when I asked you to, remember? No one else was there. The second time you kissed me back, we'd just been thrown off a dock and you kept the water away. The first time we ever kissed was before that, but you're a moron and didn't kiss back, so it doesn't entirely count. The first time you kissed me back was just before we got thrown into the lake. Your mother and I met up a lot while you were gone, did I tell you? She's the reason you like blue food. You wanted me to like New Rome because you saw a future for us there. Once someone tried to defeat us with Groupons. That was stupid. Neither of us is ever going to like Piña coladas.
Believe me yet? Here's the part that matters. Your uncle once granted a man a wish for playing him a song, with the rule that he couldn't turn around or it'd be undone. Do you remember the story? If you stop putting in effort, you've turned around. So don't stop, Percy. The effort matters, and you need to focus on that. Understood?
There's more that matters, too. I'm sorry. Not for making you go inside, because that was still the right choice and I suppose the situation right now means I automatically get the last word there. Maybe I should end a few more of our arguments now that you can't even put up a token resistance? That would maybe be a little cruel, though. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything about it, so I'm trying to do something for you now. And don't blame yourself over it, like you are. You shouldn't. Just be the hero I know you are.
I'm not going to say I forgive you because there's nothing there to forgive. Don't be stupid.
I love you. You owe me a funeral, though. Remember the one we held after the labyrinth, the first time, with the burial shroud? Burn one for me, Perseus.
-Annabeth
HARRY POTTER
If you let anything happen to my boyfriend, I will find a way to destroy you from the great beyond.
Sincerely,
Annabeth Chase
P.S. Do your best.
JASON TODD
You're almost definitely going to get yourself killed with a crazy stunt sooner rather than later, but good work on the post office thing, I guess. Maybe try to dial it down a little? Or dial it up a lot. Either way.
-Annabeth Chase
SHINNOSUKE ARISU
I actually liked you. Good job re: the post office. Even if I'm pretty sure that puts you in reckless not remotely normal teenager-ville, but we both already knew that was a thing. Jackass.
-Annabeth Chase
XION
However let me assure you we're okay. Not alive, but we're okay. Riku is here, everyone else is here. We look fantastic!
But don't let this lull you into a false sense of safety, Xion. Look, it's important someone who cares about people wins this game. If not you, then someone you trust and would want the best for everyone. Do everything you can to ensure it.
Be strong, Xion, you have our support.
--Prince Aaronev Tarvek Sturmvoraus.
YUNA YUKI
--Prince Aaronev Tarvek Sturmvoraus
SHINNOSUKE ARISU
Of course if you died, we could keep eachother company and we could enjoy this game without mystery or suffering. But I'd prefer you to live. Then you can't inflict pain on those who might worry about you, like I did. Whoever ends up here, I'll try to take care of them.
EZIO AUDITORE
YUNA YUKI
It's not like I can pick flowers here, but I'm alright! I can still keep in touch with you guys every week, that's enough for me. Thank Shinnosuke and Jason for me.
ASH
TEAR THAT BITCH TO SHREDS
Thanks!
XOXOX,
Nui ♡
XION
Xion,
First of all, I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on dying so early in this game. I'd tell you who it was, but the letters we send from here can be censored. I'm willing to bet telling you who killed me would be one of those things they'd censor out. Let's just say I don't think that person has drawn any suspicion to themselves yet. They've been more helpful than anything else. It's like I told you before, the people in this town are hiding themselves. Just like you and I did.
Secondly, I don't want you to worry about me. I'm okay. I'm not too happy about what happened, but I'm alive for now, and so is everyone else. We woke up in this place that's kind of between two worlds. It reminds me a little bit of Twilight Town. Have you ever sat on top of the bell tower above the plaza? You can watch everyone's tracks as they come and go, but it feels like a world all its own up there. That's kind of what it's like here.
Everybody that's died so far is here--I think we'll be here until the end of the game. So that means you can't give up hope, all right? You're still in the town. You still have a chance to set things right. Hopefully by now you've found the stuff I left for you at the homestead. If you haven't, check my usual spot when you get the chance. I can't give you any details, in case someone tries to remove it before you can find it, but I hope it'll fill in some of the blanks.
I know it's hard, watching people disappear, but you can't fall apart yet. Things are hard, and they're probably going to get harder before all is said and done. But if you don't fight, you'll never get anywhere. You're stronger than you think, and you can use all those things you're feeling to give you even more strength. Don't let go of those feelings, Xion. They might seem like a weakness, but they'll guide you through the darkest night.
I'll be looking out for you from here. Be careful and take care of yourself.
Riku
NOCTIS
It's Riku. I know I died last week, but we seem to be waiting in some sort of limbo until the game's over. So far, everyone who's died has turned up here aside from the two girls the sheriff used as an example. So don't worry too much about us. The dying part wasn't great, but I guess it could have been worse.
I need to ask a favor, though. Look out for Xion for me.
I can't give you all the details, but even though she acts like she's around our age, she's only really existed for about a year. If you want, I'll explain it the next time we meet face-to-face. (Hopefully, that's not until the end of this game.) But what's important is that Xion needs guidance. She's tough, but she's still naive and trusts people too easily. I don't want her getting betrayed by someone she thought was a friend. Can you watch out for her for me?
Sorry to put this on your shoulders, but you're one of the few people I know I can trust to do this. I'll be keeping an eye on you guys from here. Maybe if I'm lucky I can find something out that would help you end this game.
I'll be in touch.
Riku
"SIMON KEYES"
Hey kid. Looks like it wasn't the end. I'll see you later, don't disappoint me.
MILLA
Take care of Xion for me. You've probably realized it already, but she focuses on the good in people's hearts, not the darker intentions their actions are hiding. She'll need people like you around her as this game continues.
I'm counting on you.
Riku
WEEK FIVE
ELIOT SPENCER
I'm sure you're surprised to hear from me. I'm surprised to be in a position to be writing. But there are more mysteries in this place than you or I could ever have guessed. My time in the world we know may be ended, but I still have time. Certain hardships are not escapeable. It's a sad truth, I'm afraid, but one we all must accept. Would that I could truly speak to you, but I'm afraid this is the only way to make my words heard. What a miracle, that the voiceless can still speak! I thought I'd lost my chance to communicate with you ever again.
I wanted very much to thank you. For everything, not just that night you found me. I'm sorry we had so little time to get to know one another, your company made this hellish month bearable. I consider you my first friend, or at least the first person I've called 'friend' and meant something by it. I once read that only silence is a true friend, but I don't believe that any longer. You've given me pleasant things to remember, and I hope you know that. Though I must admit in truth, it's the quiet moments I find myself thinking of most. I hope you can understand what I'm trying to impart to you. These things don't come easily to me. There are words of the head and words of the heart, as it's been said, and I am far more well versed in the former. I've never been one to act on my heart, to let my emotions dictate my actions. People can do such unbelievable and foolish things, when they allow their emotions and feelings to override good sense and decency. Perhaps in that sense I'm lucky. I've known no great love, never found myself tangled so deeply with anyone else. I think it would make everything the harder, had I. I did feel the start of it, once. But it led to ruin and death and a loss of any hope I had for a life of my own even so. I did terrible things, driven by this emotion. It's hardly a unique story, but one I feel the need to share with you while I can. I think I had been ready to give up, before all of this. I am not ready to give up now.
I fear I'm stumbling with my words, but I suppose there are simply some things that cannot be said. Some things can't even be written, they defy words. The face is the mirror of the mind, the eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. Some saint said that, I think. I find it easier to use others' words, when expressing myself. Sometimes it's the only way one can express themselves, like this. But I put pen to paper in the deepest hope that my words truly find you.
Be careful. I would like to see you survive this madness, and fair far better than I. I wish I could give you some help, some advice, but I'm sure you know that anything I wrote pertaining to the game would never make it to you. It's a challenge, choosing what to say and what to take out. Do I take out the longing, the love, the grave ennui? That's the challenge. I'd say more, but... We can't have a nice easy...anything. I hope that this serves instead. Just keep in mind that threats can come from the most unlikely places.
I also hope...something was said for me. I was always told I would die alone and forgotten, and no one would be there to speak at my grave. I have long feared no one would say a word when I died. Don't let it be a truth.
Please tell Barnham that it wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could have done. I imagine he's taking it poorly, he takes his oaths and his duties very seriously. He's a good man and guilt is such a terrible thing. As I said. Certain hardships. If you share this letter with anyone, share it with him.
I will miss you. And I will think of you, for however long I am capable of thought. I'm sure you understand that I hope we don't see one another again. But if we do...at least you know that someone is here for you. One truth I have learned in this is that our connections with other people matter. To have a bond, a connection with another here...it makes all of the difference.
Remember me whenever you're drinking under the stars.
Sincerest wishes,
Lust
P.S: I told you.
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
Disgusting.
I was pretending to be a coward, but you're the real cowards, murdering a defenseless man and monkey who didn't do a damn thing to you or anyone else here. I'd say I won't forgive you as long as I live, but whoops! It looks like I've passed my expiration date, so let's just round that up to "never." I will NEVER forgive you. And when you join me on this side, I'll make sure you don't forget it.
See you soon, assholes~ ♥
Simon
SHINNOSUKE
Anyway, I spilled beer on the picture. Good luck out there.
L♥ve,
ur alibuddy
YUNA YUKI
SHINNOSUKE + HIS SEEING EYE LETTER READER
To the reader for Shinnosuke:
Take care of him. I like him a lot! He's precious to me. and for others too. I have a younger brother with a blunt mouth. He has a young child who is endearing but also vicious (to me, at least). So if you combined them, you get something like Shinnosuke. Also, please take care of yourself too!
To Shinnosuke:
You know what's scarier than being dead? Being hated, and being forgotten. My little brother thought I didn't love him, because I forgot his name. The wish to convince Ezio to follow along was for his young friend, who hates me. But he loves my brother, so surely it will work out? They'll be happy I was hated by the town though, and by my friends for what I did... I haven't forgotten. You caught him though, congrats. I can't say things will look good when us easy target gave up our lives... I'll pray for your success. I wish I could help.
SARA VALESTEIN
I promised Ezio for what we were doing, no innocent person would die for our actions.
Technically, no one did for our crime. So in the end, it led up to this. Was that okay? Being good is difficult here when this happens. So is being forced to be a bad person.
Why are these murders so difficult for you guys? I bet we're the only bandits stupid enough to give ourselves up so you guys don't feel guilty for mistakes. Mistakes will happen! But, I bet this graveyard will get filled with people til one is left standing, just like those onlookers wanted. People depend on you though, you dying would be sad. So don't die, lonely old lady.
YUNA YUKI
WHOLE ASS
(no subject)
(no subject)
XION
MILLA MAXWELL
PERCY JACKSON
XION (1/2 ahahahaha...)
XION again
WEEK SIX
HANNIBAL LECTER
ASH
WILL GRAHAM
ZACHARIAS BARNHAM
SHINNOSUKE
XION
MILLA
ASH
ZACHARIAS BARNHAM
PERCY JACKSON
PAPIKA
MILLA MAXWELL
NOCTIS
PERCY JACKSON
JASON TODD
XION
PERCY JACKSON (+SHINNOSUKE)
MILLA MAXWELL
HANNIBAL LECTER
ZACHARIAS BARNHAM
XION
DAMIAN
JASON TODD
(no subject)
MILLA MAXWELL
SHINNOSUKE
XION
PERCY JACKSON
NOCTIS
WEEK SEVEN
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