The train was amazing, I couldn't believe technology was this advanced. The most advanced thing in Seven was the lumber machines, and that wasn't near as impressive as anything in here. I had yet to see my room yet. But I was sure that it was as amazing as this. Quilla was leading me and Andy to the main dining for lunch since Shane had fallen asleep in the living room area.

"You really live in a place like this?" I asked Quilla, completely in awe at everything around me, even though at the moment we were in a materials car.

"Oh, heavens no!" She laughed at me as if I had just asked a ridiculous question. "This place is a dump compared to my over-rise apartment!" she said proudly. I didn't know what an over rising apartment was. I wondered if I would see one while in the capital.

She leads us to the final part of our trains, aside from our rooms for the night. It was the dining area, consisting of a large TV, with a meal, that seemed fit for a king.

"Now let's get some meat on those bones she clapped her hands multiple times in glee and walked over to the table, set with more foods than I ever had even seen! This table of food could feed my family and me for a whole week. I sat towards the end of one side, while Quilla chose the other, and Andy sat between the two of us.

I reached out just as Andy did to grab a roll, Quilla gasped. "You don't say your prayers?" She seemed in disbelief of this, something I had never even heard of. How was it that she could be so upset about "Prayers"?

"What the fuck is a prayer?" Andy asked, and that in return seemed to outrage her.

"Prayers to our savior! The king! Who else?"

"President Cane?" I asked confused as I put a pinch of roll in my mouth. It tasted so amazing and warm! Nothing like I could ever afford back in my district.

"No!" She said she was like a hyper blue bird I noted. "Let me tell you the story about our lord and savior, Jesus Christ."

By the time she finished explaining, we had all finished eating, she proclaimed the whole story, and all I took from it was that a man made earth, killed his best friend for being a good guy, sends people to hell who don't devote their lives to him, and wiped out all of the humanity for a long time.

"Never heard of him, and he sounds like a dick." Says Andy, who mostly spoke for the both of us, he said it a bit more blunt than I would have possibly. But the point still stands.

"Well, that's quite rude!" She gasped. I held back a small chuckle as she dramatically picked up a towel and dabbed her lips, careful not to smear her extremely bright lipstick. "Has no one taught you manners?" She accused and stood from her seat. She raised her head and tramped off to another part of our train.

"Well then," I mumbled and wiped my face. I held back a laugh from the whole situation and looked to Andy and found him looking back. As soon as our eyes met we both started bawling in the laughter of the situation.

It had grown to the point we were barely on our chairs, I felt as though I had a six-pack coming from how hard I was laughing. And laughing. And laughing. We both knew it was stupid, but we just wanted to laugh, enjoy this bit of happiness.

I stopped laughing when Andy reached up towards my face. I flinched a bit as he wiped my cheek and smiled.

"You started crying." He explained as he took his hand back. "Probably from laughing too hard." He concluded and smiled. I smiled back at him and sighed.

"I feel gross now, so I'm going to find my room and a shower." I said and stood "You coming?"

"To take a shower with you?" He laughed "Okay."

"No!" I said quickly "No, No, No. To your room." I could feel a blush rise to my cheeks and I desperately tried pushing it down, cursing my cheeks I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out.

"Calm down!" He started laughing and scooted closer to the table "Also no, I'm going to eat more." He followed the sentence by grabbing a small chocolate delicacy and shoving it into his open mouth.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes then walked out of the room into the hallway. The walls were covered in fancy carvings along the wood. I recognized the work, it was a very hard one to do, I had tried it before, mandalas. I walked through the hallways, past the living area to see Shane, looking very comfortable on the couch and the self-serve liquor bar. It reminded me of last New Year's Eve. I smiled at the memory of being utterly drunk with my friends, I was happy as ever.

I went behind the stone craft bar to see multiple bottles, I grabbed the biggest one, a Strawberry Hill bottle and practically sprinted the rest of my way to the room feeling, ironically enough, a bit free when I did that. For some reason, maybe this was making me free.

I got to explore, see things I never had, stray from my old responsibilities; It was refreshing, to say the least. I made it to my room, it was amazing. The sheets were a light green silk. The whole room kept with a green theme. "Well, that isn't very creative." I thought to myself.

I sat the bottle on the bed and only took a moment to take in the room before making my way to the connected bathroom. I stripped off my clothing and stepped into the huge white porcelain shower, the settings were insane.

I clicked a button labeled "On/Off" which caused another section, a lever that started at blue coloring and could be pulled down to a deep red. I pulled it half way down, to the orange area and pushed yet another button, "Start."

Immediately a warm stream of water streamed out of the overhead spout and poured over me, I sighed in relief. I scanned down the other buttons to try and find some sort of soap setting.

"Vibration...?" I laughed as I read it. "I could have some fun with that." Was there a manual to this stuff? I finally just clicked a button that said "Vanilla" and was pleasantly surprised when the water obtained a pleasant sweet smell. Presumably vanilla it was.

I washed up the best I could without real soap unless that was soap. Is vanilla soap? I thought it was a flavor, not a scent, much less could it be a soap. I hit the "off" button and was amazed when the tile on another section of the tub flipped to reveal even more of those damn buttons.

I clicked the "Dry" button that topped the other buttons. Suddenly it felt like a wind storm trapped me in the shower chamber as hot air was blowing on me from all directions. But it was simply momentary before the air clicked off again, leaving me cold and yet dry.

I stepped out of the shower shivering when I noticed the neatly folded silk nightgown left for me. I put it on although it was probably only three or so it fits very loose to me. Probably a few sizes too big. I used a brush that was also given to brush through my hair then set it back down.

I stepped out of the shower and let out a blood-curdling scream when I saw Andy lying in my bed, wine bottle in hand.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled back laughing. Glad He found my fear amusing. The games should be a comedy to him.