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.
 

>> POST your character.
>> TAG others.
>> HAVE FUN.

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[desertpowered]

Oh. So I'm not alone. It's good to meet you, then.

[Paul looks over to Klaus and gives a heavy sigh. His clothes are deceptively fine - the clothes of an emperor - but if Klaus looks closely he'll see a patch of dried blood on Paul's chest. Clearly this man met a bad end wherever he came from. Paul's voice is bitter, but it's aimed at himself, not Klaus.]

Between us, I hope wherever we're going it's quick. The wait is the worst part. Frankly, I don't care where I'm going at this point. I just want it to end.

[ouiking_ouija]

Klaus was briefly startled by the voice, blinking up at the other man, "What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah end of the line."

He'd been trying to figure out what had actually gotten him this time, it definitely wasn't another overdose, as he'd been sober for months, and he couldn't remember any recent pain as if he'd been shot or stabbed, hell, he hadn't even been in a fight as far as he knew.

[desertpowered]

Paul shrugged. "So this isn't exactly what I expected. Paul Muad'Dib Atreides." He offered the other man a hand as he introduced himself. "Can't say much about the circumstances, but it's a pleasure to meet you anyway." Paul couldn't help but give a wry smile. It's always better not to be alone. He knew that too well.

He didn't bother with any of his other names, or introducing himself as the former Emperor of the Known Universe. Death was the great equalizer, after all. That kind of thing didn't matter anymore.

[ouiking_ouija]

He accepted the handshake, even as he introduced himself in turn, "Klaus. Klaus Hargreeves. Number Four." Somehow those last two words managed to be a title and indescribably biter at the same time. Clearly not a title he'd chosen for himself.

Though that was quickly brushed aside with, "And really trying to figure out how I got here, if I had a heart attack in my sleep I'm going to be upset, that's a real lame way to go, right? Though not as embarrassing as having one on the toilet, I guess, so there's that."

[desertpowered]

As for Paul, he quietly makes note of the title and Klaus's reaction to it. He understands having titles that he isn't particularly proud of, at least not anymore.

"That isn't an especially dignified way to die, no - if there is one." Paul touches the bloodied patch on his chest. "As for how I got here...well, you can probably figure that out. The interesting story's more what led up to that point. But it's long and depressing, and if I'm going to tell it it'll be over a meal and a drink. I hope this train has those, at least."

[ouiking_ouija]

"I don't have any idea, not used to it being a train, actually." For a brief, fleeting moment, there was the all-too-familiar sensation of a plastic hospital identification tag around his wrist, but it was gone quickly enough that he hadn't been able to see it, and even if he had been, that wasn't a sign of much.

"It was a bus stop, once, but usually just some kind of real bland waiting room. Might be hospital, might be the DMV, might be prison, you know, all industrial-strength beige and injection-molded plastic seats."