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's getting to be fluent in Shinnosuke.]
I don't think they're the type to be happy about that kind of thing, especially if they don't know that dying is how we'll go home... [A pause.] ...when did you find out about Sensei?
[She
She doesn't know he was responsible for the stocks she just knows he killed someone.]
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We've had strong suspicions since last week, but we got it confirmed this week. [...] Knowing he's dead too is kind of a relief, at least. I wonder which one of us did it...
[The Bounty Leader was never going to kill him anyway, so.
But given that one of his little group was liable to be a Bandit this week, and they were discussing the possibility of killing Hannibal if that happened... he figures it was one of them.]
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[She goes silent for a few moments, mulling it over, not realize that they're talking about two different - though, perhaps, related -things.]
...was she part of your group, or was it just you, Mister Jason, and Mister Percy?
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[NATALIE TRULY IS THE MVP THIS WEEK for multiple reasons he doesn't feel the need to disclose.]
Yeah. I was working with her too. We had quite the party going on, you know. Too bad you weren't part of it.
[Anyway:]
We considered killing Dr. Lecter if one of us was picked as the Bandit for that week, since he was the biggest threat to us.
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[She puffs her cheeks out at that and crosses her arms.]
...now that he's dead, the biggest threat is... that whoever is left won't understand what needs to be done to send everyone home. [rrrrr] I could try to write Mister Barnham another letter, but I don't know how convincing I could possibly be without making someone suspicious of him...
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... Honestly, please make people suspicious of him. No offence to that guy, but I'd rather put the fate of this game in the hands of people I've been working with, not someone who killed me and wouldn't even have the guts to let me know who he was.
[Not that he can blame Barnham for being pragmatic and not identifying himself, but when he was going to die and be told by Xion anyway, it feels a little pointless.
So, he's a tad salty.]
If he talks to Percy or Noctis, that'd be ideal.
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She smiles faintly, but there's something a little off about it.]
He was my partner when I was a Bandit. I don't think I can bring myself to turn on him, even now.
[They did what they did in order to find out the information that Barnham now has, but goddamnit, does she ever wish he'd share it.]
I can try nudging him into talking with them, but I'll have to be subtle.
[She's not good at subtle.]
Hopefully he'll understand.
[except not because no more letters but SHE DOESN'T KNOW THAT]
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this entire thing is a mess.]
Aside from Ash, Will and maybe Rin... [and Okabe but he's probs dead] ... I'm pretty sure everyone left is working towards the same goal.
[Ha.]
Mr. Sheriff's employers must be getting a kick out of this, watching everyone fight against each other even though they have the same intentions—of getting everyone out of this game alive.
[He can't judge them, because he too was/is paranoid as hell, but.]