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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What the hell.
Sei stares with wide eyes when she catches sight of her in the lounge. Part of her is relieved that Xion will no longer have to be out there in the town, suffering - but part of her is also in despair. Hannibal, Xion, and Shinnosuke. She had hopes that all three of them would be able to do something on the living's side, and now they're all dead.]
...Miss Xion...
[Much like before, she has no idea what to say. At least when she'd been writing her letter she could have time to think it over, but there's little time to think when the person you want to speak with is right there in front of you.]
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[ For this friend, she doesn't cry. She cried enough that day in the road, with Seizaburo's blood on her hands and her face and a few other places besides.
For this, she simply closes the distance between them until she can tug Seizaburo into her arms and hang on wordlessly. It seems Seizaburo isn't the only one not to know what to say. ]
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She's quick to put her arms around Xion and hold on tight once she's tugged forward. Crying on her friend's clothing is probably in bad form, but she can't help it - she hasn't yet outgrown being a crybaby, even after all this time.]
I'm- [She takes a breath.] ...I'm sorry...
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[ One of her hands smoothes down Sei's back, as comforting as she knows how to be. Everything she's learned from being in this place, and being comforted so much herself. ]
Remember what you said to me before? About not giving up? That's still true now, too.
[ She doesn't mind that Sei is crying. All she really feels about that is mild surprise she isn't crying herself. ]
There's nothing you need to be sorry for. Not to me. Though... maybe you could try being a little more careful.
[ With faint, gentle humor. ]