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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[ And that's an automatic a-ok is Russell's book! Honestly, going without a few days without being called trash or a deranged maniac is refreshing. ]
I... Don't know what a mother is supposed to act like either but... Mine didn't care about me and wished I wasn't born, and didn't celebrate my birthday either . . . You won't do that, right?
[ Kind of rhetorical because he trusts Sara more than his actual mom but yeah!! ]
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[ Not all kids come from a happy and loving environment. Sara knows that, probably better than most. But even though she'd been more or less raised on the battlefield, no one had ever told her that they'd wished she'd never been born. Really, if that was what his mom had told him...
Sara breathes out a heavy sigh and tugs Russell a little closer. ]
You're going to have to tell me when your birthday is, but I can promise you, we'll do something fun for it. And maybe this is-- no, it'll definitely be weird, coming from me [ because she was the one who had killed him in the first place ] but if you hadn't been born, we wouldn't have met. You and Barnham, either.
So I'm glad you were-- because honestly, you're kind of a messed-up kid, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a better life than what you've had to deal with.
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Still, he's never heard anyone actually say that to him... He tenses just a bit, remembering a few things from his dream -- the people singing unhappy birthday, Gardenia's head turning and screaming. He shakes his head. ]
M..Maybe if this is over. . . .
[ Give him some time to think about that. Some of his dream trauma is still... Fresh.
But being told something opposite than mom, feels really nice. Well, asides from the "messed-up kid" part, but that's still pretty true so he's not offended. He can't help but sniffle a bit, and wipe his nose -- he told Yuna he'd do his best to not cry, so he'll turn towards Sara, and wrap his arms around her to give her a hug and hide his face against her clothes.
Sara might here a muffled... 'Thank you'? Or something like that? Maybe some more sniffles. ]
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[ And Sara, at least, has had some time to get used to kids, even if the kids themselves were pretty darn independent. She may not get used to hugs for a while, but after a few seconds, she tucks him in closer against her and rests her cheek against his hair. ]
You're going to be okay, Russell. I promise, I won't let you die.
[ The kids here... she hadn't been with them as long as she had with Class VII, but she'd come to care for a lot of them. Percy, Natalie, Yuna, Jason, Papika... Russell. She wants to protect them all now. ]