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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Shinnosuke's blood freezes over—as does the rest of him, to be honest. It takes him a moment, before weakly:]
... Are you serious? [...] Shit, shit, shit. I didn't know that.
[None of them did. They don't know.
... On the bright side, he's seen Hannibal around, so he's dead and that's one major problem out of the way—and with this piece of info, it might not matter that the Bounty Leader can't kill him (not that they were ever going to, anyway). Given what the Sheriff said he'd do even if the winner didn't choose to revive everyone...
This isn't too bad, maybe. But the others don't know, and shit.]
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[ ... she actually can't help but wonder if that's why Shinnosuke's here now, but she won't mention that yet. It's a lot, she knows, but Sara keeps talking with a softer voice-- which means yes, she's serious, because usually the tone is bright and chipper. ]
But a few of us tried to pass that along-- I don't know if anyone's picked up on it yet, though.
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That's what Higekiri was trying to tell me in his letter. Damn it, I knew something was weird about it.
[One person knows. There's... not a wide pool of suspects, because Shinnosuke can clear a fair amount of them. Hmm.]
Anything else I should know? We can skip over you being the Madame, for the record.
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[ Is she surprised he knows that about her, no. Not really. Shinnosuke's a smart kid. ]
If our last person standing picks the option where we're all revived, we all get the choice to go wherever we want. It doesn't have to be home. Also I guess you can choose to forget or remember, too.
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I've known all that for a while now, though it's not public knowledge yet. [A pause, before he laughs.] Then again, depends on what you count as "public", given the dwindling living population.
Anything else?
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[ Haaaaaa. ]
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[Again, there's a... very limited pool of suspects.]
Thar, or you're going to tell me he's one of our serial killers.
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[He has no idea, because... blind... though footsteps tell him it wasn't, like, Papika at least.
He has no real hard feelings if that's the case (beyond "screw you, coward" for not even daring to speak up—even if he logically acknowledges that as a pragmatic move), especially since he can guess at the motive, but... he kind of needed to live??]
You think he'd go around killing everyone to end the game?
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Yeah. Yeah, I do. I think he'd do it if it meant guaranteeing that everyone would get a chance to be revived.
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I get why he's doing it, and that's great and all, but I'm seriously hoping he talks to Percy or Noctis now. [...] At least with Dr. Lecter dead, they'll be able to redirect their focus.
[At this point, the number of people who would kill him are very few in number. If they focus on his death during the trial, it might not be difficult to out Barnham.
... It just depends on whether or not Percy and Noctis—or the others—are willing to suspect someone they praise so highly.]
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[ ... ]
But Hannibal's our Deputy, then. At least that wasn't entirely a wild guess.
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[Awkwardly:]
We couldn't figure out your message. None of us understood flower meanings well enough.
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[ FACE. PALM. ]
Dammit, I was hoping Yuna had rambled to her or left a book there or something!
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What was the code, anyway? Not that I really need to know anymore, but I'm curious now.
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So basically "Everyone dies is a win."
I had to be super vague, though, because he was actively trying to censor any kind of warning.
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[ She's even sighing unhappily. ]
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Well, if there's anything you want to ask me, shoot. Since Dr. Lecter's already dead and out of the way, I can offer up some info—unless you're going to write back to Ash, anyway. We're still working on him.
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[Which is to say:]
We're hoping he's open for negotiations, since he's an asshole but he's a self-interested one. Anyway, he was a little low on our priority list, so we hadn't planned for him too much yet. Dealing with Dr. Lecter was our main concern.
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[ugggggggh.]
... Teacher, being dead sucks.
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