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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[arihab]

[Norman hears Castiel's voice, but so much of him is still caught up in his last living moments that it takes him a moment to register and process what he's heard. When he finally does look up at the man standing next to him, it's with a puzzled frown.]

You're not... I mean, you can't... right? Is this like a psychopomp gig or somethin'?

[messenger]

[ he lets him have his moment. he can only imagine what's happened to him— he's seen so much suffering, over the years.

but he only tilts his head at norman's frown. ]

I'm afraid not. I can.

[ he glances around at the other passengers. a few give him wary looks, and he wonders if they can sense he isn't human. then he sits down in the seat next to norman. ]

And it's not the first time. Although, I don't remember this part of the process.

[arihab]

[Alive or dead, Norman's never without his trusty foot shoved right in his mouth.]

... oh. I'm sorry. [He sits up straighter to make space for Castiel. The circumstances may be morbid but he's selfishly glad for the company.] So - I guess you probably can't say for sure where we're goin' either?

[messenger]

I know where I should be going, but I don't think you'll be joining me. I have a feeling we aren't all headed for the same destination.

[ he peers at norman. he knows less than he'd like, but he's sure of that much. this many humans, they wouldn't be going there. not unless something went very, very wrong. but in that case he sort of doubts there would be anything left at all. ]