[ 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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[sating]

[ He doesn't react at all as she retches and the cake comes back up, just watches with an interest that's almost dispassionate. To himself, he thinks that the reaction really is overblown, though he's seen it many times. The particular taboo of cannibalism was always a fascinating one, since it provoked such violent responses. Somehow, it was worse than death alone, which was a comparison he'd never quite agreed with. Though it may be because of how he had first gotten his taste. No one will ever know.

He takes another step back as if to leave, but he does say one more thing. ]

Just as the worshiper feels close to Christ in the Eucharist, eat in memory of the one you love.

[ It's what Will had said during the investigation, though neither of them know that. Perhaps Hannibal is quoting something here, or maybe he's referring to some other conversation. He doesn't elaborate, because he sees no need to. ]

Farewell, Natalie. I will not bother you any longer. [ He turns to leave, though before he goes, he does add: ] Though you are welcome to find Will and I yourself, of course.

[ But he's had his fun for the day, so he leaves with that. Moral of the story: never talk to Hannibal Lecter ]