choo choo

[antigravitysocks]

Train to the After Life
tickets please

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.

» POST with your character
» 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.
» have FUN & TAG AROUND

TRIGGER WARNING!!
this meme obviously deals with death and may deal with other unpleasant themes as a result. please be cautious.

Comments

[nonstopnarcissist]

I'd cite cutting back but- that doesn't matter anymore, does it?

[ And just because he's been doing better, living better, cleaning up his act- it doesn't mean he's wanted scotch, good scotch any less. He takes the glass and lifts it in a casual salute, sipping idly. ]

So you're...the head honco?

[agetes]

[ he shrugs. might make a difference, might not; it's all up to him. ]

Yes. Congratulations, Stark - in a few hours, you'll be a citizen of the Underworld. [ he lifts his own glass, wordlessly toasts, and takes a sip. ] See everyone again, probably.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Huh. How about that?

[ As an atheist he is stymied but as an endlessly curious individual? He's fascinated. ]

Oh, wait. Shit. Obie? Vanko? Killian? Thanos? Can I get an underworld restraining order against- the list is going to be very, very long.

[agetes]

They'll be somewhere. So'll your parents. Peggy Carter. Edwin Jarvis. Ho Yinsen.

[ it's not what most people think it is - one place for punishment, another for reward. thanos thought he was being fair, supposedly leaving his genocide up to chance. but hades is fair, perfectly so. ]

It's a big place.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Everyone in one place, huh?

[ He'll be dodging some people and...seeking out others. He needs to tell Yensin about Morgan, at least. Maybe the rest.

Maybe he'll be proud. ]

...Natasha? Is she here?

[agetes]

Probably.

[ and then at his inevitable look - ]

Stark, I just had trillions of people leave my kingdom. I don't like it when anyone comes back from the dead, so you'll forgive me if I'm a little fucking disorganized.

[nonstopnarcissist]

That has got to be hell on paperwork. [ He grimaces, almost apologetic. Almost. ] I wasn't sure if the whole 'soul for a soul' thing wit the infinity stones meant she was dead or- stick in it. Forever.

[ Guess he's going hunting a soon as they pull up. ]

[agetes]

[ it earns stark a laugh - earnest and honestly delighted. ] See? I knew that you'd get it. [ it's a whole organization system. color-coded. he's very proud of it. ]

That other one - Gamora? - she showed up a bit ago. Might be some doing to get out of the stone.

[nonstopnarcissist]

If there's one thing I understand it's inventory wandering off when and where it shouldn't.

[ He raises a glass, smile soft and self-depreciating. ]

Suppose I have all the time in the universe now so if you want an assistant I can probably whip something up for you.

[ while dodging some people, meeting others, and hunting down others still. Talk about a busy afterlife. ]