[ 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

[alcobrawlic]

[ Well. She didn't sleep before her death, so waking up in a plush bed is hella nice. Even if Sara doesn't linger; if anyone's looking for her, or even if they're not, they'll find her in one of the plush seats with a beer bottle because she's still got quite a bit to think through.

And you know, beer solves most problems.

Come here, Higekiri, she's ready to hurt. ]

[guiltlevel]

[ Russell will definitely be looking for Sara after her death! He's still feeling pretty bad after everything that happened this week.

Uhh...!! Well, here goes!!!! He approaches Sara, but he's obviously being really shy about this. He's fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve every now and then, and still looking down on the ground to avoid eye contact. ]

. . . You shouldn't have confessed ......

[ He wanted her to live??? ]

[alcobrawlic]

...

I promised you, didn't I? That I'd see you again?

[ She's not the type to break promises, and she doesn't sound mad or irritated or anything. She'd wanted to talk to Russell, anyway. ]

[guiltlevel]

Yeah......

[ He nods, but... He's still only capable of saying the same thing over and over again. Which... Probably isn't much. ]

I'm . . . Really sorry.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara's just going to set the beer aside, and pat the cushion next to her. ]

C'mere.

[sunnashi]

[ Here he is! Just idling around, leaving Yuna and Russell to do her own thing with arts and crafts and kid bonding.

The irony here lies in that his master seduced a lot of women from influential families to get where he is.

A thousand years of existence and Higekiri learned from it how to piss them off. ]

[alcobrawlic]

[ It's fine, there's a flying kick coming his way. ]

Who the hell do you think you're calling "old"?!

[sunnashi]

[ AAAND IT LANDS! Meanwhile Higekiri flies gets knocked back a good yard or so. ]

The woman... I wanted to live a bit longer before kicking me.

[ first his forehead, now his side... he gets up though, trying to brush it off. ]

Anger is good at motivating people... Like just now.

[alcobrawlic]

I had plenty of motivation! I was overflowing with it!!

[ OVERFLOWING!! ]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ She slides in beside her with a drink of her own. ]

Starting to be a party in here.

[alcobrawlic]

Here's hoping it doesn't get too cramped.

[ And she's holding up her bottle. Toast? ]

[sidearmofthelaw]

[ Nisha taps her bottle against hers. ]

Well, there's only so many more people who can show up, at this point.

[alcobrawlic]

That's true.

... Let's definitely hope it's more that we get out of this train than they get in here, then.

[generously]

[ Like a giant child, he drops on the plush seat with one arm around Sara. Sorry if she spills her beer, but at least he's got another bottle on him! ]

Heyyy, murder-buddy! Don't look so gloomy or you'll never meet anyone!

[alcobrawlic]

[ She almost does, but she makes a valiant reach for it that probably looks super hella epic-- and

Well.

It doesn't spill on her, but there it goes clunking to the floor. ]

... I mean, you did just kind of ruin my beer date.

[generously]

"Beer date"? C'mon, you weren't really enjoying that.

You're thinkin' about the Inquisitor, aren't you? Things must be a little awkward now.

[ Yes... they're really gonna have D&M about this........... ]

[alcobrawlic]

[ GODDAMMIT CLAIRE CAN'T YOU LET HER GET DRUNK WHY ARE WE GOSSIPING ]

"A little awkward" miiiiight be an understatement.

[cherrypuncher]

[HAHA WOW EVERYTHING SURE DOES HAPPEN SO MUCH]

Miss Valestein?

[She's smiling still, but it's slight and sad.]

Can I sit with you?

[alcobrawlic]

...

[ She's actually just going to put the bottle down and hold out an arm. ]

[cherrypuncher]

[It takes Yuna a half moment to realize what Sara is offering—and she gives a little sigh, not entirely sadly, and steps forward to hug her tight.]

[tightly]

[ Even though she had seen what had went down on the execution day, it's still a surprise to see Sara - bright, lively Sara - so trapped in this odd halfway point with the rest of them. Still largely content to sit in silence and disregard what's going on around her, it's later in the day when Chane approaches.

There's a brief moment of hesitation before she reaches out, gently tapping Sara on the shoulder. Hi. ]

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara blinks and looks up-- before her shoulders relax and she offers up a wave and a smile. ]

You're looking considerably more lively.

[ alive. ]

[tightly]

[ Chane doesn't quite smile in return, but somewhat in her expression softens, finding comfort in Sara's easy manner. It's nice, if a bit bewildering, to fall back to such a thing after... after everything.

It's not hard to look more lively/alive than a corpse in a graveyard.

Chane doesn't say this, and not just because she can't. Instead, she tries to intuit... something. She starts by gesturing to herself, then Sara, then across the room to Russell.

???

She probably doesn't mean he's stuck down the well and they need to rescue him. ]

[athenite]

[ nOW THAT I HAVE A SECOND: annabeth spends a lot of time in her room-y area watching the town, but she'll actually come out for sara? ]

...Hey.

[alcobrawlic]

[ ah. Well, here's a slightly familiar face, after everything. And Sara raises a hand in greeting, head tilted slightly. ]

Hey, yourself.