[ 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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[feminitis]

Oh, come off it! We had to kill someone or else we would have been killed. You were just unlucky enough to be the one that it seemed like everyone would miss least.

[WELP.]

And yes, it was my idea. So be mad at me if you want, but that is where your grudge has to die.

[court_chesster]

Well, you're not wrong; there's never been a single person in this world or any other that's given a crap whether I lived or died, not since I was a kid. But y'know, personally I think between a pitiful guy who's never been loved and, say, a soldier and somebody who has literally tortured women to death, I would have made a different call on who deserves to die.

[ Laughs meanly because that's the closest he can do to conveying a real emotion. ]

That's just me, though! The coward that nobody would miss.

[feminitis]

[She is not going to allow herself to feel bad for him. She is not.

(She sort of feels sorry for him, but she's not going to apologize for the choices she made.)]

It wasn't personal. It was never personal, and if you can't see that, then that's your problem. It was just a matter of who we could take out with the minimal amount of impact on the people who remained. We need them to figure out a way for us to all go home.

And you were never going to be the person who makes the choice to save us all. Whether it was because you were a coward or a jerk, we all know it wasn't going to happen. So get over it already.

[court_chesster]

Murder is always personal. Always. If you can't see that, you're lying to yourself.

[ Drinks down the last of his beer and then stares at the empty bottle, disappointed. How dare it. ]

Just like you're lying to yourself if you think any of us can do anything about this. The sheriff will toy with us until he's had his fill, and then we're all dead or worse.

[feminitis]

There are bigger things at stake here than a single life.

[Sei rolls her eyes at the disappointed look he gives his drink, then huffs.]

It's not over until it's over. If you want to be all pessimistic about it, be my guest, but I think there's still way out of this if the right person is the last person left standing, and that's why I did what I did. I don't expect you to understand it, but I sure as hell won't let you make me feel bad about it.

[court_chesster]

I'm not trying to make you feel anything. A coward will always double down on his own justifications when it comes down to the line, so there's not much point in trying, y'know? It's just that I've never had the chance to tell somebody that they're a bad person to their face before! Not even once. Can you blame me for trying it out to see how it feels?

[ The fact that he laughs like a freaking supervillain probably undercuts whatever point he is trying to make. ]

[feminitis]

[Welp, yeah, there goes the last remaining vestiges of any amount of sympathy she ever had for him.]

Tell me I'm a bad person all you want. It won't change a thing.

[court_chesster]

Exactly! Nothing I do here will change anything. Nothing I do means anything. Nothing matters at all anymore. But doesn't that also mean that I can do anything I want?

[feminitis]

...you've completely lost it, haven't you?

[And she's just going to walk away. She can do that now, since she has a leg again.]

[court_chesster]

Probably!

[ There is no attempt to follow, though he does make sure laugh until he's sure she's out of earshot before deflating back into self-pity. ]