[ GRAVEYARD ]

[sheriffexe]

GRAVEYARD

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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[alcobrawlic]

... [ A low whistle. ]

Well, now it's a party.

[insincerely]

Okay, so who wants to reveal some huge secret once we're done eating? You know, so that we can mimic them.

[alcobrawlic]

Oh! Oh, I can do it!

[ BECAUSE IT WILL DISTRACT HER FROM THE MURDEROUS RAGE THAT SOMEONE CLUBBED PERCY WITH A BAT. ]

[insincerely]

All right, Teacher, shoot. Not literally, though.

[THINGS ARE GOING WELL.]

[alcobrawlic]

Once you're done eating. You have to finish at least one slice before I'll spill.

[insincerely]

[Well then.

He'll just munch on a cheese slice, staring at Sara all the while.

Omnomnomnom. Nom. Nom.]

[alcobrawlic]

... You're really into this, huh?

[insincerely]

At the moment, eating this pizza is the height of my existence.

[alcobrawlic]

You're two days dead and already suffering. Poor thing.

[guiltlevel]

[ Are you proud of him!!! He tried his best. ]

I thought it'd help... Doctor Kantera always says if you're hungry you get pessimistic thoughts.

[ Also, Shinnosuke was complaining. Side eyes him.. ]

[alcobrawlic]

Your doctor's not wrong. You were pretty gloomy when you hadn't eaten, ri--

[ ... ]

Although maybe you were kind of always like that. But in Shinnosuke's case, that's valid.

[insincerely]

I'm sorry to inform you that pizza does not magically transform me into an optimistic being full of sunshine and rainbows.

[guiltlevel]

[ Fuck off Shinnosuke. If Russell had his crayons with him he'd throw them right at him!!! ]

Maybe..? He doesn't look any better but he's . . . . [ How do you describe Shinnosuke. ]

Him...

[alcobrawlic]

[ Probably flicking a pepperoni at Shinnosuke?

No, definitely doing so. ]

It's all right, he's just naturally sarcastic. You did a good thing, Russell.

[guiltlevel]

[ Russell has not dealt with many sarcastic people in his life... Only weird people.

But!! Good thing? Good? Good! Russell will finally find a seat and get settled, because it's not like they have anything else to do. ]

It's not like we can really do a lot here. . . I hope the people in the trial will be okay...

[alcobrawlic]

I think they're going to have a hard time going forward.

But I also think they know our thoughts are with them. They're not really fighting alone.

sorry sara

[guiltlevel]

[ A silent nod.

Hmm... hmmm... Thinking about something while eating pizza. Russell isn't too good about paying attention to the trials because he's like fourteen years old. ]

Do you like... Like Mr. Barnham?

[ Asked as calm, straightforward and innocently as Russell can manage. He has to know!!! He saw what she wrote in that letter they collaborated on! He saw the word... romantic. ]

1/3

[alcobrawlic]

[ Wow. She was really just going to ask him what he was dwelling on so deeply, but then as she takes a bite into lovely, delicious pizza--

... Wow does pepperoni hurt going down the wrong way!!! ]

[ceded]

Is this really what you can call a party?

[ With a note of complaint. She's not eating. She's not hungry :( ]

[alcobrawlic]

It's a gathering of people eating, so-- yeah, close enough.

[ceded]

... I thought parties were supposed to be happy.

[ Just. Lets her head fall back on her shoulders, frowning at the ceiling forever ]

[alcobrawlic]

Xion... at this moment, we're where we're supposed to be. Obviously, a lot of people are still feeling uneasy, but our role in this is done.

Parties are meant to raise spirits, anyway. Sitting by yourself and dwelling on things won't make you feel any better.

[ceded]

I hate this, [ she mutters, stubborn. ] I'd feel a lot better if I could just punch Hannibal.

[alcobrawlic]

... Why can't you?

[ simple question. ]

[ceded]

[ sara why are you enabling her to commit violence ]

... it just seems like a bad idea?

[ ... she could be swayed, though ... ]