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
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