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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Gladness leaves her slightly limp as she turns in his arms, attempting to embrace him more directly, She's thinking that she missed him, worried over him, is relieved he's here now -- all these things, all of them and more, might end up written on her face for someone who knows her like Claire does.
There's an apology too, framed as little more than a baleful nudge.
She's sorry she left him behind. ]
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... Don't worry about it. [ His own expression is a gentle one, a huge contrast to the one he adopted over the weekend. Besides, she didn't leave him behind anyway, not when her blood was painted all over his face. Hopefully Chane can't read his thoughts the way he does hers because that's not a normal romantic gesture at all.
Ah, but he does have a regret of his own, probably the first one in his whole life. It must have played a factor in how he took her death. ]
I betrayed our marriage. [ ??? what? ] I promised to keep you safe and I didn't do that in the end. [ oh. ] If you give me another chance, I'll work even harder to be the best husband.
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Of course she intends to give him a second chance. To Chane, it wasn't even a question. She had promised him her forever, swore her vows with every iota of integrity within her. She chose him then, and continues to choose him every day.
So, if Claire's words leave her briefly looking puzzled, it quickly gives way to affection. On her toes, she brings her forehead to rest against his.
Three short words hover in her thoughts, close and clear and true. ]
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I love you, too.
[ It's said with his usual sense of undeniable conviction. Because it's true, and he'll never stop proving it. ]
...Can you tell me what you've been doing? I wanna know everything!
[ Now that part is said in a way that's... proud of her?? She lied and killed for weeks and would've gotten away with it if not for that meddling Sheriff. He's not necessarily demanding if she doesn't want to share anything, however, but he was the guardian of her secrets long before Hannibal or Will and that won't change. He will never betray her. ]
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Letting go of one of his hands - only one! - Chane leads him over to a table.
Sit, honey. She has some writing to do. It's going to take a few minutes. ]
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He sits.
...and kisses her occupied hand!! ]
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I see... I see... so that's how it is...
[ Then he suddenly scrunches the piece of paper! ]
Aaagh! I'm so jealous! It should have been me helping you!
[ Somehow he views what Chane had done with the other murdercouple as something like quality bonding time. ... Which, let's be real, that's what it turned out to be. ]
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Still, she can't help but feel a smidgen of that now. This isn't the honeymoon she wanted to have with the person she loves.
Expression falling somewhat, she tries to figure out how to communicate that. ... ]
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But there are no do-overs, so best not dwell on it. Claire thinks of it as the first of many tests their marriage will face, and strangely it makes him smile. What's life and love without challenges? It's exciting this way. ]
... La vie est drôle.
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Smiling in return, she rises from her seat and holds out a hand for him.
Come on, handsome. Let's go ... somewhere else. ]