the train to the afterlife

[ceejdoesroleplay]

the train to the afterlife.

congratulations! your character is dead — for whatever reason, whether it be canon, au, what have you. it'll be a bit of a journey to the afterlife, though, so your character might as well talk to the other people. 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 familiar people, whether recently deceased or long so. maybe your character know how they died, maybe they don't. perhaps the memory is fuzzy, or perhaps it's crystal clear. maybe it was simply their time or maybe they weren't at all ready to go, but none of it matters. your character knows they're dead and the train is taking them to an afterlife.
oh look — here comes the snack cart.
 

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marc/steven (take your pick) | moon knight (mcu)

[lunarcies]

[ welp ]

[spktr]

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not sure if you'd be interested in them going through this bullshit again. i'm cool playing either or if yes! ]

[lunarcies]

[ omg hell yeah!! i'd love that, and i'm also cool with either marc or steven, so hmu!!! ]

[spktr]

[Marc wakes with a start, completely disoriented, hands gripping the arms of his seat with force as he takes in his surroundings. He doesn't remember what happened, only the distinct feeling of blacking out and then waking up... here. He has a window seat but as he looks outside from what can only be a train, the void is unfamiliar. Even more concerning is the fact that his head is so quiet.

Waking up in unfamiliar places and situations is nothing new for him but there is something eerily different about this, something unsettling, and he can't shake the fact that Steven isn't answering him when he reaches out. That's only happened once before.

He doesn't linger, up in a second and looking up and down the train car, but he's alone. He creeps out from his aisle with full suspicion, tense and taut and ready to fight if need be, ignoring the panicky feeling in his throat as he heads down to the end of his car. There's no one outside either, though he can't see over to the next car clearly, and as he steps from one into the next he wonders if he's just enduring some endless nightmare in his own mind.

The next car mirrors his own but a quick scan lands his gaze on a distinct mop of hair poking out from the top of one of the seats. Without thinking, Marc rushes forward toward it, calling out Steven's name before he can even confirm it's him. Somehow, he just knows.]

Steven? Steven! [The relief in his voice is palpable when he finds his mirror image sitting there limply, crouching to shake his shoulder and try to wake him up.] C'mon buddy, wake up. Wake up!

sorry for the delay!!

[lunarcies]

— just five more minutes, mum ...

[ Steven's voice is a mumble of distinctly accented British, his eyes still shut, his posture absolutely horrid given the way he's sort of scrunched up on his seat. (He's going to regret it in a matter of hours, honestly.)

It isn't until Marc's hands touch his shoulders and there's a jolt of warmth and comfort and something so familiar, because it really can only be familiar when it's you (sort of), yeah? That's when he sits up straight, eyes opening, wide and aware and panicked — only to meet Marc's identical ones.

He settles immediately, stilling in his seat and under Marc's grasp. ]

Marc? Hold on, hold on — where — how are you there and I'm here, and — [ And oh, there we are, there's that bit of ol' familiar panic. He quickly starts to piece everything together, head tilting to look to his right to peer briefly out the window, and then back again at Marc. If anyone can be the calming presence in this very trying time, it'll have to be Marc because Steven's not the one to do it. ] Oh, no. No, not again. Please tell me we're not —

it's all good!

[spktr]

[The feeling of deja vu here is intense and Marc doesn't like it. He's just as confused as Steven but also relieved to see him in one piece, even if it's concerning he can see him at all. Something is clearly very, very wrong and it doesn't appear like either of them know why.]

I don't know if we are or if this is a really lucid dream. [Wouldn't be the first time he's dreamt of them separated but this feels different. It's too real. Steven's shoulder is solid under his hand and he can even feel the way the train rocks beneath their feet.]

What's the last thing you remember? [Marc is trying his best to be calm about it all because he can tell Steven is ready to jump out of his own skin if he lets him. So he stays at his side, hand still a heavy weight against the other's shoulder.] I'm... I'm having a hard time remembering anything after your commute home.

slides back in here a decade late, feel free to ignore 😰

[lunarcies]

[ The weight is ... well, it's reassuring, if anything. He really thinks he could jump right out of his skin if the seat across from him so much as looks at him the wrong way. And all right, that metaphor makes absolutely no sense, it's all bonkers, everything, and that really is a testament to how freaked out he's feeling right now.

He needs to remember how to breathe. ]

Oh, god.

[ His voice comes out like a panicked squeak, but he manages to inhale, focusing on the sound of Marc's voice and Marc's question. ]

Right, right. Uh — we were going home, yeah, that's right. Took the tube this time, didn't we? Did we get dinner? I don't even remember if we got dinner.

[ He isn't really helping, is he? ]