
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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... can I punch him when he gets here? Please?
[ Soft, unhappy, and just a little bit intense. ]
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[But if Will hurts Xion back then Shinnosuke might have to stab him—]
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[ hiss, spit, grr, etc.
HE FUCKING
ATE HER BEST FRIEND!!!!!!
she's going to have zero chill about this. ]
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Why can't I just ... beat him up for a while? [ It's. Rhetorical. More than getting hurt by Will, she really thinks she'd get hurt by Hannibal for trying, and the last thing they need is an all-out murderbrawl on the train.
... much more quietly: ] I hate them.
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Yeah, I got that impression.
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... she ends up just shaking her head. It's so pointless to be angry, and yet she can't help feeling that way. ]
Do you remember what I said, when you first told me who the Deputy was?
[ I want him to go home, Shinnosuke. And then I never want to see him again. ]
That's still ... what I want. I just want all of this to end.
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and then shove will out too probably]
Well, on the bright side, you might get your wish soon. I don't see this for going on for much longer.
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... I know. That's kind of what scares me at the same time.
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But without a word, she'll reach out to curl her hand through his, and say nothing more. ]
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But... after a pause, he grips her hand in return. If it's something he can do for her, and... if he's honest with himself, and admits that sometimes, he might want comfort as well.
Maybe it's not always so wrong to.]