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

[theangelofdeath]

[ Death isn't all that surprising for robicheaux. After all, that owl had warned him about what would happen if he returned to violence. The threat had been more than enough to get him back on his horse, riding out of that lonely little town, full of desperate people who would probably die come morning. His demons had chased him out, following at his heels even as he put the town behind him. The arguments of billy and sam, the two people in this world who had known him best, hadn't been enough to get make him stay.

In the end, maybe he was because he was too scared to go it alone. Too cowardly to face the nightmares without a friend nearby, Without the calming smoke or drink. Or maybe he couldn't just leave his friends behind like that, nor leave behind a town that could benefit from his shootin' skills.

Again, he hopes to see Billy around here soon. He just feels better when his best friend is nearby.

Seeing Emma here takes a toll on him, though. It causes something to clench deep in his chest, which doesn't exactly make sense to him, seeing as how he'd been shot dead. Maybe it's the memory of pain and heartache, of deep regret and the sense of failure.

She shouldn't have been here. his smile isn't strong enough to remain on his lips for long. At her words, he shakes his head insistently, stepping closer. ]

Now, don't you say that, Miss Emma. This wasn't your fault. [ He looks down, planting his hands on his hips. ] It was my fault, for not doing my job. Our fault for not protecting you.

[ Of course he was aware of her shooting, knew she had the skills to take care of herself, but... they were both here, all the same. He tried to look for the silver lining, though. The little bit of light amid the dark storm clouds. ]

I think we took some of them down with us. Maybe Faraday got to that gatling gun. Weren't all for nothing.

[ Still, a thought not quite so heavy came to him. ]

I haven't seen Sam here yet. I reckon if he made it... well, your town is probably safe. Bogue must surely be dead. [ He tried for another smile, but it was bittersweet. ] Imagine you'll be seeing your Mr. Cullen very soon.