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

[flawing]

. . . a little early, isn't it?

[ the cabin reeks of plush and close air, and a little of too-sweet formaldehyde. she's sitting -- well, that's familiar. familiar, a word in the value set of things she remembers, a given variable, a sensation she doesn't need to parse to understand. she was sitting just so, before the end.

here-and-now, of course, there's a little more leg room to be had in their dim compartment with its narrow carpet. she leans forward as john comes into view, presses her heels together, smiles like she's been waiting, a screen-blank crook of the mouth with her eyes bright as glass. ]

Not that I'm not glad to see you, but. . .

[undersocialized]

[ early, that's certainly a new one. he lets out a slight quick breath, something between a laugh and sigh, before looking up and leaning forward in his seat. ]

Patience was never one of my virtues.

[ honestly, the fact it'd taken this long for him to kick the bucket was nothing short of a miracle. he'd known the risks when he'd taken the job, and embraced them willingly, to the utter chagrin of Finch. but that was the natural order of things. this was where he was meant to end up, and Finch was where he needed to be. everything in it's right place. ]

Playing the role of chauffeur today?