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
PERCY JACKSON
I got your letter. It's not quite the same as the vice versa, but I did. I had to throw out another draft of this since I wrote it before you wrote that, though. Of course I put a lot of faith in you - you don't usually let me down, idiot.
I'm going to try to keep from being censored, but at least part of that is random so I can't promise anything. I'm sorry, still. This would absolutely suck from the opposite side, with you telling me things and not being able to hear them. I'm going to try to reply to your message in order, by the way, but I may deviate at least a little. I'll try to hit your main points at least, even if you've forgotten them by now.
I'll pass on your messages. You aren't wrong about where I am - and how did you know that, exactly? - and I'll take a care. I think that became fairly obvious fairly quickly, however.
So you finally caught on to what story I tried to tell you, but you didn't get why? Sometimes I could strangle you, Percy Jackson. So much of that was to prove to you I am who I say I am, but parts of it mattered or didn't matter to try to get you to pay attention to the right things. As galling as it is to admit, I can't really help you in the way I want to. I can't be the brains here when I can't get the things I want to get across. I will always try for you, but so mch of it doesn't get through.
You already know this, all of you, so maybe this part will: it was Russell. Don't worry about it. I haven't really spoken to him but it wasn't really personal. I was convenient, as far as I understand it, and that was that. I suppose that woldn't be settling for you either. But it wasn't your fault.
New Rome is still the plan.
Did you really eat an entire fruit salad? I'm impressed. Maybe you'll eat a vegetable next week.
I could kiss you for the information, but I can't, so just keep trying your hardest to learn everything you can. There's still a lot you don't know. I still think we're the best couple, just so you know. And I wanted you to eat healthy because you're a moron.
Wouldn't you have asked for a way to keep an eye on me?
Telling me your plans are getting better every day is a blatant lie. Telling me you're going to do something stupid is like saying the sky is blue. Just be careful about your something-stupids, Jackson. I can't help you with them from here, much as it kills me to admit it.
I love you, too. I want to see you again.
-Annabeth
PS. Cummings. Nice. I don't really have poetry books here to return the favor, so how about a haiku? Those are easy enough.
I haven't told you
Lately at the very least
You still drool, asleep.
Love you.