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the woman with no name ([personal profile] bottecellie) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-07-14 11:21 am

the train to the afterlife meme.

The Train to the Afterlife Meme


Congratulations: You are dead.

 
Maybe you know how, maybe you don't. Perhaps the memory is fuzzy, or perhaps it's crystal clear down to the look in your comrades' eyes. Maybe it was your time; you've done all you wanted to. Or maybe you weren't at all ready to go, maybe you went out kicking and screaming - but none of it matters. You know you're dead, and the train is taking you to an afterlife. Perhaps an afterlife of your choice; you might've earned that heaven. Or perhaps you've earned something else entirely.

 
It'll be a bit of a journey, though, so you might as well take your time and talk to the other people in your coach. Death knows no place: most of them are strangers, even from faraway worlds. But death knows no time either, so who knows, some of them may be people you know, even if last you knew, they were alive - or long gone.

 

Oh look, here comes the snack cart.


All the usual:


Post with your character's name and canon in the subject line.
Said character is now dead for whatever reason -- canon, AU, what have you. They are on a train with other dead people from many other times, places and worlds.
Characters don't know for a fact where they're headed - just a general awareness that they're going to some kind of afterlife. Whatever they think it is is up to the player.
This meme is built especially for cross-canon interaction, and potentially for threadjacking and group threading -- if you're interested, may be a good idea to state as much in your subject line.
Tag around and play nice!
➝ TRIGGER WARNING: Meme obviously deals with death and may deal with other unpleasant themes as a result. Please be cautious.

beknightedheroine: (but then...)

[personal profile] beknightedheroine 2012-07-14 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[By contrast, the girl sitting in the seat across the aisle from him is antsy. She glances around everywhere - the window, the ceiling, other passengers like Minato and the decor of the train car - and seems to be on the verge of some kind of outburst.

She's dead. For real, not just from her body losing touch with her soul gem. That, at least, she's sure of. She doesn't know how. She'd just.. been talking to Kyouko. She can't remember what she said, or what Kyouko might have said, how the conversation ended - she just knew they were talking, and now she was here, riding off the afterlives unknown.

What happened...?]


I don't get it. I don't get it at all.
fools_journey: (hmm?)

[personal profile] fools_journey 2012-07-15 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sleepy boy watches her for a few moments before making himself sit up straight to talk to her. ]

What's the matter? [ Well, besides being dead, he means. But maybe that's the matter, too. He forgets, sometimes, that not everyone had a month to adjust to dying before it actually happened. ]
beknightedheroine: (quicksilver and lightning)

[personal profile] beknightedheroine 2012-07-15 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Sayaka jolts to attention when Minato speaks, having written him off for asleep - she stares at him for a moment, then looks away.]

I don't know how I got here. I was just talking to someone. That's the last thing I remember, and now I'm...

[Dead? Double dead.

It feels odd that it's the not knowing that bothers her more than that. She's distantly bothered by being dead, sure. It means that... well. Her time as a magical girl is up.

But how did it end?]
fools_journey: (another lineface)

[personal profile] fools_journey 2012-07-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods and then speaks again, gentle and calm. ]

... give yourself time, and I'm sure you'll remember eventually. Everyone's a little disoriented when they first show up here.
beknightedheroine: (what really)

[personal profile] beknightedheroine 2012-07-15 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
...Time, huh?

[She's falls silent again, watching the muddled scenery from the window with some unease. Mentally, she's trying to grasp how long she's been here already, or how long she can stand before she feels like she's ready to freak out again. But when her mind tries to grasp a solid figure of time, like 'so and so hours' or 'the last ten minutes,' it just slips away. It's frustrating.

An unknowable amount of time later, she turns back to Minato.]


How much time are we talking here?
fools_journey: (hands in pockets)

[personal profile] fools_journey 2012-07-15 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ He watches her, waiting patiently while she thinks, and when at last she regards him again, he shrugs, leaning back against his seat and putting his hands into his pockets. ]

As long as you need. Time is... not as fixed here. The journey lasts as long as you need it to last, and you'll remember things as you need to.
verismo: (Kyousuke | Wry smile)

[personal profile] verismo 2012-07-15 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sigh as a middle-aged male walked through the seats, looking pretty much razzled, and possibly a bit ruffled. But hey, at least he's carrying a violin case, so he should be a pretty classy dude.

...A blink as he noticed a familiar face within the crowds, and within moments, he's now standing right opposite you, looking a bit awkward as he said:]


Hey, is this seat taken?
beknightedheroine: (well i was gonna punch you but)

[personal profile] beknightedheroine 2012-07-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She answers reflexively, before really looking at the person.]

Uh - It's free, go ahead.

[She scoots closer to the window to give the newcomer room, then actually looks up at them - and is struck by a strange wave of nostalgia.

He looks like he could practically be Kyousuke's uncle. It's rather startling.]
verismo: (Kyousuke | I don't really care.)

[personal profile] verismo 2012-07-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[He's going to put his violin case in the compartment above, before taking a seat beside her.

There's some awkward silence, before it was simply broken by his words:]


Awfully young to be taking this train by yourself, aren't you?