Despite the fuss on the bridge, you all managed to make it to the next car without Jack or anyone else stabbing you.
The door opened onto a vast indoor expanse, nowhere near so cluttered as the mailroom. Though the walkways were wide and helpfully(?) marked with arrows, there’s still an abundance of furniture stretching out in every direction. Sections full of sofas and ottomans, flocks of neatly made beds, forests of standing lamps in every conceivable design and more. A few halfway walled-off areas boasted entire room setups, and there seemed to be some sort of eating area off in a far corner. At least food wouldn’t be an issue yet after all… you hoped.
Roaming the walkways were a few large… sharks? in bright uniform shirts. Though a few were adjusting displays and a few turned to greet you with a wave, several were concentrated off in the back. It was hard to judge what they were doing from here, but there were several oddly shaped boards involved.
Another completely different car, another set of circumstances to sort out if you wanted to leave. But this area was so prim and factory-made—surely there wouldn’t be anything so personal as you’d had to suffer through in earlier cars.
“Welcome to the next car, nya! Plenty of space to stretch out in, plenty of nice places to sleep… Maybe permanently. Plenty of potential weapons, too!”
“It looks like the Denizens here could use a little help with something…”
“Or ya could just go ahead and kill somebody. Gotta be easier than messing with this, don’tcha think?”
Whatever task lay ahead of you… Surely murder wasn’t actually the simpler solution.
Or, at least hopefully no one else thought it was.
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[Car Reference Post]
