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
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
One of those birds is... cut up to pieces? Geez, that's morbid. ]
Some birds are prized for their beautiful colors and feathers.
Other birds can be cherished for their lovely voice and their songs.
So what about plainer birds that cannot sing? Well, they still live. They find mates too.
When voiceless birds never make a sound, they can hunt and no one would suspect anything.
WHOLE ASS
Well
How about we just shove them all, about a dozen and a half, into the mailbox? These birdies would just be clutter over here, anyway. Enjoy your letter-paper bird flock, guys. They even have goofy faces drawn on them. ]
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no subject
XION
[ This is an a bush warbler. I knew someone named after this bird. He really liked green tea... It's good for you, I think. Drink a lot, okay? ]
MILLA MAXWELL
It's a bowl of roasted potatoes.
PERCY JACKSON
I'm fairly certain you missed most of what I was saying, but I don't know what else I expected. At least you got the most important part. Kind of. Maybe. Not actually really, but I don't know how much clearer I can be without pieces and parts being censored. I didn't get the best look at the letter after the fact, but some of the things that got taken out were ridiculous and wouldn't have helped you much. Others I halfway expected to be missing.
Stop hanging around my grave. It's depressing. Take Mrs. O'Leary on walks around town instead.
You'll want to keep an eye on an adjacent party, not a main one. An eye being your only real option here. Both eyes would work, too, I suppose. I know you won't get this part, but I may as well try to say it.
They're still alive, by the way.
We were maybe wrong about the pantheon but I don't think we were wrong about the source. Although it's just one way of looking at things, it's probably useful for us to look at things in a way that would make the most sense to us.
Try to eat something healthy for a change. I probably spent everything I could getting you that food, but who knows.
I think we were probably the best couple around. Try not to be a complete moron.
I know that last request is impossible.
It's so frustrating to know things and know they won't get through to you. But I'm writing anyway, and trying anyway, because what else can I really do? Be careful who you adopt, Jackson. Please.
I love you. You can do this.
-Annabeth
XION (1/2 ahahahaha...)
When I told you to be careful, breaking into the gunsmith was EXACTLY the type of thing I was telling you to avoid!
I mean, I guess I can't blame you, but still. Take care of yourself!
Riku
XION again
Not much to report.
We're still here.
Waiting.
Tarvek's okay.
I think he wrote?
Nisha's shown up.
She had a role.
I think you know.
We all talk here.
Discuss what happened.
Not much to do.
We're waiting.
There's a specific role.
You need to find it.
If you do, you can win.
Use the list I gave you.
Organization XIII.
Did they ever go to Neverland? If you start from London, you can get there.
I went to London, but I left Captain Hook's ship before we reached Neverland.
Still, I remember what he said: from London, it's the second star to the right.
We're watching you from here. I've still got faith. Don't take any stupid risks.
Riku