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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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[drama8om8]

"No, no. Check it out."

She flicks back to the start of the brochure, where she's written a very long, very 8-filled letter to 'whoever is in charge of the reincarn8tion hoof8eastshit,' and holds it up for inspection.

"I also wrote threats to the person in charge so they will be too terrified to disregard my humble and incredibly fair little ittybitty requests! So it can't fail."

[hollowleg]

"Lemme see that," he growls before snatching it right out of her stupid hands. He narrows his eyes and reads over it, then throws it back at it. Of course, throwing paper doesn't work too well, so it flutters midair and lands in the aisle.

"No one's gonna read that!! No one can read it! Why are there so many '8's?! Besides, I think these are just for our information. If we could pick our own fates, dontcha think everyone would be doin' it?"

[drama8om8]

"Nope. Some idiot losers might be dumb enough to lose their pamphlets somehow." Grin, grin. "You know. By dropping it in the load gaper? Losing it under a seat? Ripping it up?"

She leans into the aisle, grabs the brochure, and stuffs it into the back of her pants. Smiling sweetly all the while, of course.

"Imagine being that stupid. Wow."

[hollowleg]

"Hah?"

Oh little grey child. The only indication Zangetsu is about to move is a small twitch. Then he has her brochure in his hands again, except now he's hanging upside down by his tail from the luggage rack.

"You mean... kind of like this?" Every so slightly ripping it... and a little more.....

[drama8om8]

"Dude."

Vriska is very careful to display how utterly unimpressed she is by this. The flashsteppy hoofbeastshit probably means he's one of the Striders, right? Or at least like them. She's never dignified them with any of her attention before, and she's sure not going to start now.

"One, I already wrote on it. My deal is sealed! And two, did you just go down the back of my pants for that what the fuck is wrong with you."

[hollowleg]

That is some impressive unimpressedness. Gold star, A+! Zangetsu decides to make confetti of the brochure anyway because he's a petulant child.

"I really don't think that's how it works. And yeah I did. But don't take it all personal!"

And then makes it rain Vriska brochure in the aisle.

"No one gets to pick their fate, candycorn."