Well, now that you're dead...

[toastysocks]

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.

Comments

[lightform]

[ there's always something that makes her wish to turn around and return back to her desk. distract her from the mystery that's junkrat's partner in crime. keep her mind away from the thoughts that one wrong move and all the other has to do is crush her with a squeeze of his hands. it was even worse when she remembers the first time they meet, her opinion of them formerly poor with a snap of her fingers. ruffians and criminals would never have been recruited under vishkar's eye.

satya folds her hands together, her fingers rubbing against her thumb.

there are no footsteps in the air when she expects some. perhaps the others are in the other coaches of the train. this shouldn't be her seat, maybe she's give the wrong ticket number. the thought doesn't diver her attention away from her dead teammate. he would have lived if she had adjusted the security more, right? that is her duty, even if his role is to take deadly blows for them.

she doesn't turn her head to face him. ]

How long have you been waiting?

[ there's no signal that the train is ready to move yet. ]