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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[ The top of Russell's head is reserved for his not!Mom now, but he can rub his shoulder. ]
I bet it wasn't easy for her... And it seems like bandits are pretty disposable, aren't we? I guess that's fair.
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[ He looks down, he still misses the dream inhabitants. ]
I'm not mad but. . . I offered to do it myself, so she didn't have to do that to me. But she said she had to take responsibility... So, I don't know.
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[ Please be good ones who take care of Russell... PLEASE. (something probably says otherwise and that is why he's getting adopted.) ]
Adults want to be responsible. It helps take the weight off of a child's shoulders. But, that is very like her to care about it like that, you know.
[ ... ]
I gave myself up weeks ago so that Ezio wouldn't feel more guilty than he already felt. So I understand, a little.
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Not my sibling. He's . . . dead.
[ And he killed him. OOPS. ] ... ... He was kind of like a big brother to me though, I think.
I still don't know much about family though.
[ Russell's still trying to grasp onto the entire "guilt" concept. He especially feels guilty about what he's done, so... Hm. ]
I guess. . . That makes sense..? It must've been hard for him... ... To live with that guilt, then.