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 lets him go and steps back, serious and a little sad. ] Because none of this would have happened if we hadn't been forced to play this awful game in the first place.
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[ He's kind of afraid of imagining what would happen to him if he never came here though... In the end, he thinks, this is still better than the rehab center? Maybe? He's still awfully unsure. ]
. . . I got to meet a lot of nice people here though... That's a good thing.. Right?
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[ She's only got belief to back up that statement right now; there are people she still needs to talk to. But she said once, at the very beginning, that nothing that would happen in this game could be justice. She still believes that. ]
And yeah ... it is. [ With a faint smile. ] I did, too. I feel really lucky I got to meet the people that I did, even if I wish it had happened somewhere else. So ... keep trying, okay, Russell? We'll figure things out together.
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[ He just trails off though, he'll... Try to focus on the better side of the conversation instead. Like other people told him, he should at least try to use this moment to atone for what he's done... He'll try. He is trying, but it's still kind of hard. ]
I didn't really have parents... Or friends... So the ones I met here -- they made me feel [ Hm, what's a word to describe this. ] thankful--??
And you said... Friends help each other in tight spots, and when they're sad... You were looking a bit sad, so if you want to talk about anything, you should.
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Has Russell ... killed before? Back home?
It's ... something to think about. For now, she chooses to let it go. Maybe she shouldn't trust her own judgment anymore - maybe ever again - but he's never once struck her as the type of person to be malicious. ]
... I didn't have a family either. I was pretty lonely most of my life.... so I know what you mean.
[ It's tough to explain she only had two friends for an entire year in which she knew 14 people max, so she just kind of leaves it at that. She knows so many more people know. So many more friends. ]
I'm just... [ She smiles, laughing a little, though it's still sort of sad. ] I didn't want to die. But I think we probably all feel that way.
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He nods slowly. ]
Compared to 'home'. . . Here was much nicer, so I don't think I'd want to go back...
[ Russell isn't good about sympathy, or empathy. He kind of learned that he also learned to fear the idea of death after -- well, actually dying.
Feelings are so hard, man. ]
. . . Why? We can go wherever we want now, since we're on this train. . . Did something bad happen before you died?
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[ Xion tilts her head, and her smile fades to almost nothing. Almost. It's a sort of uncertain look. ]
We'll only go home if the right person wins this game, or ... the game is won in the right way. We can still lose. And if we do, we're all dead, for real.
[ In the end, her newfound desires to live aside, it means little to her. She was already dead, and dying again would be ... fine, she thinks, if that was what it had to come to. But that's not true for everyone else. They're the ones who will really suffer. ]
... I'm worried, Russell. I'm worried they won't win. I believe in my friends, but ... I'm scared something will go wrong.
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[ Kind of weird. Kind of complicated. Long story short, someone has to win, say to revive everyone, but then they have to die to get on the train... Then they go home. ]
Even if I died... That's fine. As long as I don't have to go back.
[ Anything but going home is fine. He doesn't think he could take anymore of that rehab center and medicine. ]
. . . But... I'm worried too... Mr. Barnham has been seeming so sad lately, and I don't want him to look like that. I believe in him but. . . . . Will he be okay..? I think he can do it, but he needs to be strong.
[ Up until now Russell's only been paying attention to him, and maybe Milla at times. Since they were... Pretty nice to him. He still isn't sure about their feelings towards Russell upon learning about him killing Annabeth, but -- he's definitely noticed all this is taking more of a toll on Barnham, it's all over his face. ]
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I think I know why Mr. Barnham is sad.
[ This is said rather grimly, actually. Her eyes are hooded as she kind of glances off to one side, deeply pensive. ]
... he'll be alright, Russell. I think ... he can handle this game, for however much longer it lasts. [ A sigh, and she looks at him again. ] I really hope we all get to go wherever we want. You should get to choose a home where you'll be happy, too.