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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[There's a dry note in Lust's voice. She doesn't press him for further details, she can see the portrait he's painting.]
It was the mute woman, Chane. And she was well prepared - it was poison, she must have taken an antidote or neutralizer or something before hand, she drank from the same bottle. First. I wouldn't be surprised if I was one in a number of victims that can be attributed to her.
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[Although it wouldn't be that noble if you knew, would it? Still, he's surprised by what she says. In all honesty, he hadn't suspected any of the women, which does indicate a clear bias when it comes to his investigative skills.]
I see... I hope you don't mind me saying so, but it's quite clever. Poison is one thing, but being able to take it yourself... Ah, mi dispiace. That probably isn't what you want to hear. Are you alright? Do you think she did this out of ill will or...?
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[Really, beyond missing a select few individuals and worrying for their state of minds as the game continues, she can't complain about being here.]
No, it's quite alright. I'd admire it, if I hadn't been on the receiving end. I'm fine, I barely had a moment to grasp what was happening. I can't see how there'd be any ill will, we didn't know one another. Unless she felt I deserved it for my actions at my last trial. I may have simply had the misfortune of being the last of us to go to bed, and therefor an opportunity.
Or maybe she felt I'd be considered an acceptable loss.
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[Despite all the time they've been here, he can't say he knows most people particularly well enough to say much about their murdering capabilities or motives. That might be why the town's been having trouble too...]
I'm glad to hear you're alright now at least. But... if she truly thought so, she would most definitely be wrong. All joking and flirting aside, I missed you. Even in that very short time, mia bella.
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[Maybe that really is their problem. They're all practically strangers, for the most part. She'd been closest with Eliot, but even he's still largely a mystery to her.]
[She smiles then, honestly touched by Ezio's words.]
Thank you. I do count you among the few I would call a friend. Would you happen to know...is Eliot Spencer alright? Or, was he? After I was found?
[Not that she needs any details about...what that whole ordeal was....]
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[Maybe they'll get an opportunity to ask her some time soon? Some time very soon? But for now, Ezio smiles in turn, scratching the back of his neck.]
Heh, that makes me happy to hear. I am grateful for the time we spent together, and at least we have each other in this far too pleasant Hell. But- ah, as for Signor Spencer, I can't say I know exactly how he is, or was feeling. We only talked when I first arrived and then after that, at the trials. He seemed alright...? He was focused on the situation at hand, though I am sure it affected him as it affected us all.
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I am grateful as well. I...never had friends, before now. I suppose I was never in a position to. One of the few pleasant things that this experience has offered me. My life before this...it wasn't a good one.
[Having a scant handful of people she calls 'friend' may not be terribly much, but from Lust's point of view, it's so very much. Even a small sliver of a human life is worth nearly everything she's been through.]
I'm sure. Thank you, I just wanted to make sure he was holding up alright.