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
HANNIBAL LECTER
I hope you're doing well out there. I'm also doing well, where I am.
Your treatment was so effective that it seems my leg has grown back!
(That was a joke. I'm aware that such a thing would normally be impossible, and that the only reason I have it now is because of the whims of whoever is in charge of this game.)
Nevertheless, thank you for the time you spent trying to help me. There's no denying that you saved my life, and you've saved many others, as well. I'm sorry that my own stupidity ended up getting me killed despite what you did to save me before, but perhaps this was how things were meant to be. I've been told for years that my recklessness will be the death of me, after all - those who told me so here were hardly the first.
Sometimes there is no fighting fate, no matter how hard we struggle against it.
...that being said, you are a man of many talents, some of which are known only to yourself (and to your soulmate, I'm sure. Say hello to him for me!). In a situation as dire as this, I can't help but think it is imperative that you make use of all of your talents. Those who remain on your side are counting on you, as are we on the other side.
Thank you for the work that you did, the encouragement you gave me, and the things that you did not say although you could have. I'll write to you again next week, if you would like that.
富永 セイ