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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She doesn't mean to spend quite as many minutes as she does skimming through it, but it happens anyway. She wants to understand. She has to understand.
But she reads, It was just as easy as back then. She reads, Could this blessed angel fly? And she reads Die!! and I don't feel bad and It should just die and They should just die and—
She reads about apologies. And bruises. And being alone.
And Yuna Yuki reads I need to tell someone, but I... I'm afraid.
Her heart sinks to the soles of her feet. It isn't right, she thinks. None of it is right.]
Ru...ssell...
[Her voice wavers, just so. Yuna doesn't know much about death, she thinks; even after everything, after this game, after being a Hero of the Taisha, this place so often catches her off-guard that she can't be certain of herself anymore. Yuna doesn't know much about revenge, she thinks; she remembers the look in Fu's eyes and she thinks of Percy but she thinks of Togo trying to keep her expression steady looking down the other side of the wall. Yuna doesn't know much about despair, she thinks; she never had to be alone, carrying the people she loved in her heart even when they were gone came naturally to her, but there's a new sort of hurt she's endured in this town that won't go away, and she remembers Tiara holding her hands through the bars of the cell and smiling even knowing she was going to die, and she remembers Togo screaming I don't understand why I'm crying! over the sound of gunfire.
Yuna thinks of what Russell's seen and been through and what she's read here, and Yuna thinks, he's so young, it's not fair, and there is the barest flicker of a moment where she remembers that they're the same age, and it means something.
Yuna Yuki reads, If heroes did exist... Wouldn't one have helped me so long ago?
The diary drops gracelessly from her hands.]