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[espigeonage]

The Train to STE Meme (SPOILERS for canon deaths)


You know those Train to the Afterlife memes? In STE the canon versions of all our characters are dead. What if there was a train bearing their spirits on to reincarnation here?

This is a meme where canon versions of the characters can interact. They all know they're dead. They may or may not remember just how they died, or how they got to be on this particular train. Doesn't matter if they'll be born decades apart - that just means some people disembark a little earlier than others. Go over brochures about what your new incarnation will be like, spontaneously turn or be human, try the snack cart, fail to convince the friendly but very busy conductor to give you a transfer, or simply chat.

You just can't stop the train, or leave it. Not yet.

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[dorkytracksuit]

[He's tired. It's the only thing he knows, barely able to stand as the train pulls up in front of him. He gets on without really knowing why. There's seats here, and he takes one without a thought. His body and mind are weary, but it doesn't show on his skin. He hasn't aged, the privilege denied him so many times, until he thought death would never come. He's so tired. He closes his eyes and forgets the world around him. He just wants to rest.]

[bibliofilo]

[She is walking through compartments now and idly she looks at the ones with open doors. Some are packed. Some are completely empty. Some have one or two people. She ignores them all until she comes upon one with a very familiar figure.

And she can no longer move. Her feet don't take her away from him, but neither do they bring her nearer. The expression on her face is one of intense concentration, as if she's trying to figure something out.

Di has seen Psiioniic many times, but he had never been real. A figment of her addled mind as the ghosts of the Signless and Dolorosa had been.

She stays there at the threshold, struggling to speak up]

[dorkytracksuit]

[The movement draws his attention, and he turns his head to look at her. Some small part of him is amazed at his own movement, so long denied the freedom to even turn his head. He doesn't react at the sight of her. He's seen her too and heard her voice, his own memories encoded in the memory banks of his battleship. Faces and figured he could look at over and over again, so he would never forget.]

[He's not sure she is real. He still doesn't believe any of this is real. Perhaps some strange dream, though he's never been allowed sleep before.]

Di..

[He calls out to her, almost without realizing it. He can speak to, it's been so long.]

Disciple.

[He calls her again, stressing the "psi" in her name, and he can't stop himself from smiling.]

[bibliofilo]

[It's only when he calls her name that she finally seems to wake up.

Before she realizes it her feet are leading her towards him, vision beginning to get blurry. She takes a seat next to him, no longer caring whether this is reality or an illusion and wraps her arms around him a tight hug.]

Psii.