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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He will not. He may regret the circumstances that led to the moment. But he will not regret the act.
[ There's certainty in his tone, even if his voice is soft. He looks up at Chane again, and though his gaze is a bit intense when it's so focused on her, it's not threatening. With Chane, he feels at ease, more open and less likely to speak in half-truths. At least now. The reservations he had before are gone. ]
We do not live with regret. At least, not any longer. We had fought a great Dragon, and triumphant, stood by the sea as we died from what injuries it had wrought. Will pulled us together, off the cliff, and to the sea. So we are dead men. They cannot live with regret. And in our case, we also cannot live apart.
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Then again, maybe it's not simply Hannibal. Maybe it's this town, this game, this bewildering advanced technology and a Sheriff that defies all explanation. Chane tries, with debatable levels of success, not to let her skepticism show on her face.
Slowly, she nods -- "if you are sure," in something less than words. ]