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 drops her hand and wraps her arms around herself, looking down. She doesn't understand. His insistence or the vast maelstrom of emotions welling in her.]
No one has ever cared...
[It's all she can manage. She'd had men pledge her all sorts of things, but because that was what was intended. She played a part, made them want her desperately. She'd never done that to Eliot, she'd been nothing but herself. And even Scar, when he'd thrown himself between her body and a barrage of bullets, had only done so because she bore the face of a woman he loved. He hadn't even wanted to know the woman she was.]
[And now she was standing in front of this man, the first person she's ever thought of as her friend in her life, listening to him assure her she was worth dying for. In the moment, Eliot strikes her as some gruff and inelegant knight in tarnished armor. It flies in the face of everything her master has raised her to believe. Lust had begun to suspect most of it was a lie anyway, but for so long she'd believed she was a soulless abomination, a mere shadow of a person, worth nothing more than a handful of chemicals. Her rational mind can't offer any argument or defense against the rest of her and she finds her eyes feel damp and her heart's beating too fast.]
I'm sorry, I...I don't know what's wrong with me.
[Only that something obviously is.]