sheriffexe: (the horizon)
sheriff swanson ([personal profile] sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[ GRAVEYARD ]

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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cherrypuncher: (we know that it's the truth)

[personal profile] cherrypuncher 2017-02-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[There is no good way to address what just happened. Zero. None at all. So when Yuna passes by the dining area and sees Natalie there, she decides that she just—won't. She can't imagine Natalie wanting her to. When she approaches, though, it's with all her usual smiley cheer, but she's reined in her exuberance, so she's all gentle grins and warmth.]

Hey, Natalie! [She skips over, but doesn't sit down; she's testing the edges of Natalie's comfort zone, trying to figure out if there's room for her there.] That cake looks so good! What kind is it?
robitussin: (but there'll be no more crying)

[personal profile] robitussin 2017-02-27 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[As she looks over at Yuna, it's like it comes in with a flash, the memory of her throat torn out, laying under the porch surrounded by blood. Still, if her expression tightens for a moment, it's gone the next instant. She forces a smile for the younger girl, gesturing for her to sit.]

It's chocolate.

[She pauses, like she isn't certain what else to say, but... Maybe if they pretend everything is normal, it'll be almost like it really is for a few minutes.]