[ 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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[alcobrawlic]

[ Is any of it really fine? Seriously?

Sara's got to wonder, but for now, she only sighs. ]

How did the whole thing with Hannibal go down? Were you made a Bandit or--

[robitussin]

[She nods.]

I knew he was the Deputy a few hours before I got the note that I'd been chosen, which... What an asshole. Anyways, Jason, Percy, Milla, Noctis, Damian, Shinnosuke and I had this kind of... strategy group thing? And we'd gotten from the Sheriff that one way to end the game was to get down to a group of people who were unwilling to kill each other. That seemed basically impossible with Will and Hannibal alive, so...

[A shrug.]

I wasn't going to kill anyone innocent, and you know what happens if you refuse. Figured if that was how it was going to go either way, I might as well take them down with me.

[alcobrawlic]

I'm kind of bummed I missed a party that big. [ Never mind that she's been dead for almost a week at this point-- and there's a smaller frown, because of course the Sheriff would have worded it like that. It meant they wouldn't be killing each other, but...

What an asshole, she thinks, humorlessly. ]

But yeah, I know how it goes. Were you targeting both of them originally?

[robitussin]

We're bummed you missed it, too.

[She shakes her head.]

Nah. I would have, but he told me I could only choose one target. I was pretty sure everyone would vote for Will if anything happened to me. Two birds with one stone, I guess.

[alcobrawlic]

I'd say you probably shouldn't have assumed that, but--

[ WELL. Sara shrugs. ]

In the end, I guess at at least that part worked out.

[robitussin]

[A shrug in response.]

When we were heading to the lake, he told me he'd get everyone to vote for him. I would have found a way to injure him or bruise him or something like that.

[And then she sighs, running a hand through her hair.]

I mean, the goal was to get rid of both of them, so it did work.

[It's just that it was a plan made to prevent unnecessary death, only to get here and realize that all of them have to die regardless. Yikes.]

[alcobrawlic]

Yeah, I don't think anyone can say you don't follow through on things.

... But I'm putting you in charge of Jason when he gets here. I'll probably have my hands full already.

[ An eyebrow raise-- because yes, all of that was more than just someone being upset over a friend, she's pretty sure. ]

[robitussin]

[She pauses for a moment, before rubbing at her face.]

Yeah, if he doesn't absolutely hate me by then. Also, why do you assume I should be the one who...

[Wait. Ugh.]

Oh my god, don't look at me like that.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Griiiiiiiiiiiiiin. ]

Look at you like what, exactly? Like I'm pretty sure he'd never be able to hate you because reeeaaasons?

[ smack her. She can take it. ]

[robitussin]

[She picks up the mug, taking a long swallow, but she definitely hasn't downed enough of the glass to be going red in the face like she is. A mystery!!]

I just want you to know that I hate you.

[alcobrawlic]

Oh, please. [ said so breezily, like they weren't just talking about cannibals and killing people a few minutes ago. ]

We're both ladies here. The rule of thumb is that Girl Talk happens, and the judging is minimal.

[robitussin]

[She just kind of scoots the glass away to plunk her head down on the table. Let her rest.]

I have the worst timing, Sara.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Sara studies her for a few seconds, then reaches out to rest a hand on her head. ]

You think so? I might be able to match it.

[robitussin]

[After a second or two, she laughs.]

We can tie, I guess. I can accept that.

Barnham, right?

[alcobrawlic]

... I guess it did kind of get a little obvious near the end.

[ That's not a denial. ]

[robitussin]

Man... Awkward.

[At least Jason didn't have to execute her?? Yikes.]

That's rough. I'm sorry.

[alcobrawlic]

It's okay. Getting invested in things like that isn't really my thing, but...

[ ... there's a pause, and then Sara laughs a little, slowly shaking her head. She shouldn't have teased him or grown fond of just how easy it was to fluster him, or relied on him as much as she'd wanted to be someone he could rely on.

She never should have reached for him that night.

And yet, she thinks, she probably would have done it again if given the chance to go back and redo things. ]

I'm an idiot.

[robitussin]

If you had a glass, I would toast to us both being idiots, but.

[She straightens up, more seriously.]

I don't think you are, though. He seems alright, even if he's a little stuffy.

[alcobrawlic]

He just needs to get it out of his system. Along with his bad habit of taking every single thing on his shoulders even after he said no one could do everything alone--

[ Ugh. There's definitely a huff there. ]

Jason's a good kid, though. A little hotheaded, but that's most teenage boys except for the ones with a patience level that... you know, exists.

[robitussin]

Wow, tell me how you really feel, Sara. [A small laugh.] He does seem like that type, though. Maybe you can train it out of him.

[And then she huffs in turn. This is embarrassing!!]

Hotheaded is one word for it. A reckless idiot is another.

[alcobrawlic]

Well yeah, there's that too. But that's not why you like him, is it?

[ Your turn, punk. ]

[robitussin]

[Don't make her talk about her feelings, this is cruel and unusual punishment.......]

...I trust him, I guess. He's always been there for me.

[alcobrawlic]

[ Look, there are no monsters to fight to bond over, we're just going to have to go with the tried and true method of griping over men. ]

Sounds pretty reliable for a reckless idiot. [ But Sara says it lightly, before it's followed by a thoughtful hum. ]

So you think he'll hate you because you didn't want him to be the one to kill Will?

[robitussin]

No, I think he'll hate me because I told him I didn't kill Hannibal, kissed him, and promised him everything was going to be alright when I already knew exactly what was going to happen to me, and I'm pretty sure he believed me.

[She sighs.]

I'm an asshole.

[alcobrawlic]

[ In the course of her - not very long, admittedly - teaching career, Sara had already expected a few things to come from educating a motley crew of students. Gripes over homework and assignments, foolhardy blustering (which she'd had no qualms with cheerily beating down), some insecurities about their growth while learning what their country needed, and matters of the heart. The 'ooh la la' she liked to tease them about. Thankfully (and boringly), they so rarely needed her advice.

But here she is, sitting here with a girl who is explaining that she killed a man and kissed a guy and lied about killing the man while also knowing that the man's boyfriend-husband-soulmate-dining buddy was going to come after her and it wasn't going to be pretty.

And advice coming from a woman who kissed a man who was grieving over the death of a child she'd killed--

Did gods laugh? She has to wonder if Aidios is laughing right now. ]

Assholes don't usually admit they're assholes, or if they do, they do it with a hell of a lot more pride.

[ ... ]

I think he'll be hurt, and upset, and angry. I think he'll probably feel betrayed and probably punch a wall or two, knowing him. But I also think there's no way he can look at you and hate you, Natalie. Whatever you've gone through here, he's been here for a lot of it, right? That doesn't just disappear.