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the afterlife meme

You're at the end. you've kicked the bucket. you've passed on. the point is you're dead. And however that end came out it's time for you to face the afterlife. Where will you go? Who will you meet? How old are you? What was your end like?

It's time to meet your end.

i. HEAVEN - Nirvana, Shangri La, Elysium, either way your good life has paid off and you are now paid off with eternal happiness.

1) PEACEFULLY. You died at peace, you've done all you can with your time and you came to your natural end. Now it's time to meet with those who left you behind.

2) A HERO. You died a hero. Celebrated by many. It's only fair that you get to rest.

3) TOO SOON. You died too soon, perhaps an innocent victim of some villain, or in an accident. However one thing is for certain, you shall rest peacefully here.

4) A VICTIM. A victim of a horrible circumstance, a painful death. Either way your end wasn't pleasant.

5) GUILT. You don't feel you deserve to be here. Not with all the suffering that's left behind, with your actions. Others should be here. Not you.

6) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

ii. HELL - Brimstone and fire. Tortured until the end of time. This is the "bad" place to end up. At least you may run into some interesting people.

1) A THE TOP. You died at the top, everyone suffering, the world at your feet. And yet look at where you are now.

2) JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS. You were just following orders. Doing what your superiors told you to do... and yet here you are.

3) DEFEATED. Unfortunately the "good guys" won, spoiling your plans. Everything you had hoped for was toppled over.

4) GUILT. Now is the best time to repent and reflect on the evil you have caused....

5) SURPRISE. No good deed goes unpunished. Perhaps what you thought was the right thing to do was really the wrong path. Maybe you had been misled. Whatever happened, you ended up here now.

6) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

iii. SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN - Perhaps your in purgatory.... or in the final crossroads before you and others who have passed on must part. However, you're somewhere in between...

1) FINAL GOODBYE. One last meeting between friends, enemies. Just passing spirits.

2) FIRST MEETING IN A WHILE. It's been long. Way too long.

3) I CAME TO FIND YOU. You have fought through heaven and hell to see this person. To try and find them.

4) VISITATION. Perhaps you were both allowed a visitation between two different realms

5) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

iv. WILDCARD - Anything and everything in between. Any scenario, afterlife, situation that you could possibly imagine.

Instructions:

POST with your character's name and series title.

RESPOND TO OTHERS either using the prompts or make up your own situation. Use RNG if you feel you need some help.

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[SO looks like Heaven's a barricade. At least according to the movie.]

[ The tragic irony of it all was that she died from a disease.

Musichetta, who had been in good health thanks to clean hands, a tidy flat, and constant check-ups, succumbed to a high fever the summer after revolution. But perhaps it was because she had simply given up in her last moment.

So until her final judgement, she sits in purgatory. One day, however, she's led by a silent, faceless figure to a doorway. And without question, she opens it. A gust of wind meets her, and the fog clears until she sees, well, a barricade. This does nothing to soothe her still-aching heart. ]

Hello?

[Funny thing about the afterlife is that -- well, there's not a terrible lot to do. Sure, there are his friends to keep company and all that sort of thing, but for the most part, Joly wanders and watches and -- today just so happens to be one of the days he is wandering. That is, until he hears a painfully familiar voice and he is there at her side, quick as a wink. Who needs normal human ways of moving when one is dead, after all?]

'Chetta?

[ How well he looks, she thinks, tears springing to her eyes. She wants to say that her heart stopped the moment he appeared, but, well, what else can you say if it already stopped beating?

She covers her mouth, at least relieved to know that she can still cry here. Does she look sickly? She hasn't looked in a mirror in what feels like ages. ] Oh my god. [ is her muffled response. ] Oh my god, I ...

[She looks beautiful, to him -- but then again, she always does, so he wouldn't care in any case. But he pulls her close rather immediately, buries his face in her hair, and just smiles.]

Hello. It's good to see you again.

[ Musichetta's eyes shine with tears and she freezes because she thinks he might just be another figment of her imagination. All those flights of fancy had ended with Joly and Bossuet disappearing into thin air, leaving her talking to herself. Painful.

She lets out a single sob and wraps her arms around him, tight with her cheek against his head. ] I missed you, cher. I didn't take care of myself well.

I would have if I could have. [He just holds her close for now, clinging as if he never wants to let her go. He doesn't, really, and now he doesn't have to either, which is lovely but even so...]

I'm sorry. I really am. We missed you.

I knew I would see you again, both of you, all of you.

[ She kisses his hair, which tickles her chin and that alone is all the proof she needs to know that this is truly happening. ] I didn't know it would be this soon. I tried s-so hard after everything, and then I ... tired of trying.

[He finally pulls back a little, and smiles down at her shakily.] I know you did. I -- we never meant to leave you intentionally, you know? [A beat.]

You would have fussed at me, the day we left, I had caught a cold.

[ She has to laugh, blinking the tears off her lashes so at least they can roll down her cheeks. ]

Of course you did. [ A sudden thought strikes her. ] You never took off your coat. I had to identify your face and I saw that you never took off your coat and - oh, Joly, it was awful. I almost laughed through the tears because I could picture the fuss you might have made over the cold. They'd have thought me hysterical.

[He's trying to blink them back himself, though he won't admit it. Thinking of 'Chetta, all alone, looking for their bodies -- they knew it would happen eventually, it still didn't mean he had to like it.]

Well, it was cold, and we swore to go through fire, not water. I did share it with Bossuet for a bit, but, ah -- [He makes a vague gesture and shrugs.]

I can imagine. I'm sorry you had to do it, chere.

[ 'Chetta reaches to cup his face between her hands and sulks playfully at him, almost her full self at this point. Almost. ]

I wouldn't have insisted you stayed for such a cause. [ She hops onto her tiptoes and leans her forehead against his, hands now on his shoulders to keep herself steady. ] Poor Emile on the cold cobblestone in the rain. Surely you're more comfortable here.

Well, yes. [He leans to give her a gentle kiss, smiling.] But you're here, now, and it doesn't really rain here, either, so there's not quite a lot to worry about.

The others are about, somewhere.

[ She smiles, melancholy, and rests her head on his shoulder, lifting a hand to curl it around the collar of his vest. ]

It has been a long year without you. I am grateful that I do not have to wait any longer to see you. [ Musichetta nuzzles into his neck, content to lean against him for now. ] What have you been doing with your time?

I am too, even if it -- is this way. [He strokes her hair, absently wrapping an arm around her waist.] I always thought it would be a bit different, this whole thing, but I can't say I mind it too much. It has an odd way of giving hope to a person.

...Watching, mostly. Talking to the rest.

I'm glad you aren't alone. You all need each other. [ The corners of her lips twitch slightly and she breathes him in. ]

Could you have seen me here? I don't know how this is all supposed to work.

I'm still not sure I understand it myself, but -- sometimes, we could. We missed you.

You know I missed you. I ached. It felt as if you were still there.

[ She keeps talking about him like he isn't holding her ever so tightly and that - she has to put an end to that. ] And here I am, speaking to you properly, without sounding absolutely mad.

Yes, here you are. And now we can ....well, I don't know, I suppose we can do what we like, can't we?

THE END - the afterlife meme

Joly | Les Miserables

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