The Train to the Afterlife

[ilovesockandroll]

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.

Shamelessly lifted and barely changed from this.

Comments

[coeurinflexible]

Oh yeah? [He laughs and takes a sip, savoring the burn.] That's my legacy, huh? Here lies Yancy Becket, loved to sleep.

[bombrun]

[ He grins wickedly, dimples briefly flashing before they disappear when he takes a long drink. It burns and he likes that, the reminder of what it was like to be alive. ]

Yeah, mate. Pretty much. How's that make you feel?

[coeurinflexible]

[Oh, ho that smile. that is a dangerous smile.]

I'm not sure if I should be offended or glad I'm not remembered for my other exploits.

[bombrun]

The party boy exploits, or...

[ It is a very dangerous smile. Deep and wide and full of white teeth and dimples. ]

[coeurinflexible]

Ah.. [Smiling over the rim of his glass.]

You have heard about that, have you.

[bombrun]

[ He takes another long, delicious drink, savoring the burn. He wants to remember that. Cling to the feeling of being alive. ]

With the way I followed Gipsy? I'd've had t'be blind and deaf.

[coeurinflexible]

Ooh, Herc Hansen's kid is my number one fan~~

I really shouldn't tell you about Manila, then.

[bombrun]

Shut up.

[ He slouches down a little and takes another sip. ]

Manila? Dad and Scott were there..

[coeurinflexible]

They were indeed. We dropped together.

[bombrun]

[ He nods. He'd still been too young. But he's been fighting and clawing to get into a jaeger even at thirteen, fourteen. Finally at sixteen he'd beaten everyone by miles and landed - a teenager who didn't know himself at all - in the newest multi billion dollar jaeger. He can remember it clearly, like it was yesterday. He remembers exactly how it felt to find out the news, and then feel his stomach drop when he found out who his copilot was. But even that couldn't completely dampen his excitement. He'd been like a kid. Even gone out with his dad - 'if yer old enough to pilot, yer old enough to drink'. One shot two shot three shots floor - man, what a night. ]

Bet it was a helluva time.

[coeurinflexible]

Well, [He offers another smile.]

You Hansens certainly know how to party.

[bombrun]

We sure try.

[ Tiny smile. Yeah they do. ]

[coeurinflexible]

[Oh, he can tell. Yancy tips back the rest of his drink and goes for a refill on them both.]

Wanna know a cool thing about being dead? No hangovers.

[bombrun]

[ Perk. ]

Really? [ All the benefits, no repercussions? Score. Chuck hasn't drank in ages. ]

[coeurinflexible]

Mmmhm. Gotta be one good thing about it, huh?

[bombrun]

..Yeah. Guess so.

[ Except..there's nothing good about this. He can feel in his bones how easy it would be to become desolate and hopeless, one of those people Yancy spoke of. The ones that don't see or feel or move, the ones that don't register the stop of the train, the pull of the whistle. He licks his lips and drains his glass, uneasy as he lapses into an uncomfortable silence. ]

[coeurinflexible]

[He understands. It's a lot. There are no pearly gates. No fire and brimstone. Just the train and then..who knows.

Yancy knocks back his drink and offers another top up. Fuck it, might as well get wasted tonight. He's got nothing else to do and he refuses to be inactive. Hibernate, sure, but inactive no.]

[bombrun]

[ It's so fucking much. He's not in denial thankfully, but it's still a lot to take in. Chuck doesn't know what to say, and he's thankful when Yancy just offers to pour him another. Even if it's been a while, drinking, he can do.

He'd rather not dwell on his death. ]

Thanks.

[coeurinflexible]

Sure.

Here, [He holds up his glass for a toast.] To the boys of war, may we not see our loves ones for a long, long time.

[bombrun]

Yeah..cheers to that, mate.

[ Take a shot to himself, and all his fallen comrades. Get sloppy shitfaced and loosen up. Try not to get emotional. ]

[coeurinflexible]

[Not a bad plan. Welcome to the afterlife, man. Get fucking wasted in an old saloon. Race each other to the bottom of the bottle.]

[bombrun]

[ Chuck is so out of practice. It's laughable really. ]

Ngh fuck.. [ Red faced and actually laughing. ]

Don't remember last time I did this-

[coeurinflexible]

No drinking on active duty, I take it you listened to that rule.

[Rosy, himself. Cheeks and nose, reclined back in his seat, toying with the glass he's got on the table.]

[bombrun]

[ He nods, toying with the lip of his glass. ]

Yeah. Unlike you lot, I didn't assume rules were meant to be broken. [ the tiniest of smirks pulls at his lips. ]

Didn't mean I didn't break a few anyway.

[coeurinflexible]

[He shrugs and smirks. Guilty as charged.]

Course, real rebel, huh. Nngh, [He runs a hand down his face.] I amm druunk.