[ 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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Comments

[a_sin_for_him]

It is what it is. I didn't expect to survive this. And this is more of an afterlife than I expected.

[Really, she's had far worse deaths. And it's nicer here than in the town, all things considered. She even manages a smile for Sei. A slightly embarrassed one. She feels a touch silly, but...]

[She thinks about him. Often.]

I don't want to bother you, I...simply wanted to ask you if Eliot is alright. You shared a room, yes?

[feminitis]

It's not a bother, Miss... um...

[eyes UP, seizaburo]

He - he seemed alright, when last I saw him. [...] I don't know how he's been since I... you know... [kicked the bucket] But he seems determined to keep himself and the others safe out there.

[a_sin_for_him]

Just 'Lust' is fine. I've never been a fan of 'miss'.

[She nods.]

No, I doubt he's taking that easily. He...cares more than he likes to let on. I know he wants very badly to protect. [And since they're dead, and it's not often one gets a chance like this...]

What about...after I...?

[feminitis]

[Sei bites her lip, because she's... never really been good at just leaving off the honorifics, but she'll try. Lust has had enough bad things happen to her here to not respect her wishes now.]

Okay... Lust.

[Awkward.]

...he... didn't take that easily either. [She looks down and fiddles with the hem of her sleeve.] I can't claim to know him that well - we weren't especially close, but... I got the feeling that he really cared about you.

[a_sin_for_him]

I suppose that's really what I'm trying to ask, anyway. I...we were close. By what I define as 'close', anyway. And I was always told that no one would miss me or care, if I slipped loose the mortal coil. Thank you.

[She wasn't even a whole person, after all. Or so she'd been told, along with everything else. She isn't sure about that anymore.]

At least I have some vindication. And honestly...it's very nice here.

[feminitis]

He definitely cared! ...a lot of the others cared, too.

[So whoever had told her that was absolutely wrong, on many levels. So there, rude FMA people.]

...you're right, it is nice here. Nicer than the town, which... I guess if we were participating in the game by dying, this is meant to be our reward?

[a_sin_for_him]

...Really? I imagined Barnham might be distressed, he'd made a promise to look after me and he takes his promises very seriously. But I can't imagine anyone else was terribly bothered.

[Wow, what is self worth? The news is an honest surprise to Lust, who'd honestly thought the only people who'd be effected were Eliot and Barnham. And perhaps Barnham's dog, she'd always been nice to the animal.]

I'll take it over any other description of a post-death reward I've heard of. At least we get something for our trouble.