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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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[ 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. ]

[ 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!!! ]

[ But she's not actually choking because she's coughing, so no worries! It's just... practically wheezing with watering eyes.

EVERYTHING'S FINE. She'll remember how to breathe in a minute.

Also she's turning red, but that could literally be any reason. ]

Russell, what-- [ hold on, another cough. SHE'S PROBABLY FINE. ]

Where did you even-- get that-- [ GOD THE COUGH ] get that idea??

[ SARA ARE YOU GOING TO BE OKAY.

Also it's not like Russell is your run of the mill, average, innocent fourteen year old. ]

Your letter, and just how you've said some things.

[ Look... He's a curious boy. ]

...

[ Give her a minute to sigh. Because honestly-- ]

I mean, I care about him. He takes on a lot of burdens even though he wasn't shy about telling me that I couldn't do everything alone, that everyone needed support. And I won't deny he's hot, as much I won't deny that I still want to punch him really hard right now.

But--

[ Ugh. You know what? Sara's just going to put her pizza down, wipe her hands on a napkin because she's not doing this with greasy fingers, and bury her face in her hands. ]

It's not really anything that deep and romantic, but... yeah.

[ WHATEVER. ]

[ Soon Sara will realize Russell can be a bit too straightforward, and maybe a bit of a troublemaker... He's going to be a handful. ]

. . . Okay, I see what you mean.

[ Sort of. Mostly? Kind of? He wonders if they can be happy like Saxon and Mireille -- that's... The only couple he knows in his life that he can compare to, oops. ]

So, that's a 'yes'?