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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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Glorfindel has died once before, and never really intended to do it again, but sometimes things just don't work out how you plan. This is not the Halls of Mandos, though; he knows those halls well after his first death. So he was keen to explore, first, to wander up and down the strange moving, seated hall ways, and he can be caught glancing curiously at the other passengers.

Later, though, he can be found with a brochure, frowning as he reads through it, trying to make sense of the world and the man explained in it. So much makes no sense to him. Eventually, he'll look up and speak aloud to the carriage in general: "Does anyone know what a 'print shoot' is?"

Having traded the appearance and seeming of his actual body around the time of death for this new model in adulthood, Yuuya is now playing with himself. Not like that. It might shock certain people to hear it, but he does have a sense of propriety.

The honestly somewhat childish creature he's to become is soft, feels ludicrously tall even though he can tell it's not, is heavy and half blind, must take shallow breaths with inefficient lungs, and has a subcutaneous fat layer that moves strangely. Yuuya's most taken by the hands - it's like having soft toes on his wingtips! - and hair.

This is the first time he's had hair and it's not really what he expected. It's so... not at all streamlined. And coarse and striated-feeling, and he's really rumpled it up by now but is not sure how to make it neater. Humans have weird grooming-rituals to use on their heads, but he hadn't ever paid much attention.

"Hmm?" he asks, tilting his head at his reflection in the window and trying to flatten the hair manually.

Glorfindel hadn't been paying attention to his neighbour, but now he is, and his lips curve into a smile. "You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." He'd offer a comb if he had one, but unfortunately not.

"Have you heard of a print shoot before?"

Yuuya has to smile, and poke at his own face when he does. Fleshy. This is a profoundly absurd thing he'll presumably get used to.

"How do you people stand having hair? It's ridiculous." He pats it, then clumsily rakes at it, getting caught for a moment in a tangle. "And hands. How do you get anything done, they're too sensitive." Unaware that it doesn't look at all the same as a bird preening a feather, Yuuya makes several minor bites along a finger, from the base to the tip.

Print shoot. "Ummm... well, what's the context? I've heard the term before."

"Ah, well, I suppose when you've had them all your life you stop noticing so much." Glorfindel replies. He's surprised, not really sure what to make of Yuuya. What was he that he hasn't had hair or hands before?

But he passes him his pamphlet easily, open on the page explaining his future self's modelling career. "If I had my comb I could untangle your hair for you." He'd offer to hand comb it if he hadn't just met Yuuya.

"Ahaha, I suppose I'll get used to it!" Now he's wrapped a fine-fingered hand around his own throat so he can feel the vibrations of his voice. "Not like there isn't time. This promises to be entirely exciting. I might have been human in some previous life but obviously I wouldn't remember!"

wait did this stranger just give him his pamphlet? There's a flash of sharp avid interest, Yuuya is not experienced enough with this face to hide much. How very trusting! -not that it would matter much here. Still, when he takes it he makes sure not to pull it close, holding it loosely before him.

"Well. Thank you!" Not quite the same context. In Yuuya's time modelling certainly did still exist, but humans rarely participated. "Ah, I believe it means being photographed and given copies in lieu of payment. Having been taken, the photographs can then be used to prove that one is a good model. Or something like that."

The look amuses Gabriel. Why wouldn't he had the pamphlet over? He's already read it - what he can understand of it - and from what he can understand his next life seems as though it'll be even more public property than his last one. "What were you in your last life?" He asks, the words strange in his mouth. He's used the terms of reincarnation and rebirth before, but for the same soul rehoused, rather than for rebirth as in a new body and life all together.

"I'm sorry, it's not something I've encountered before. What's a photograph?" He frowns, lips pursing as he tries to put it into context. "Something similar to a painting or a sculpture? More similar to a painting, if there are copies, I suppose."

Even so it is a personal thing. Certainly Yuuya won't be handing his to anyone. "A white fantail dove of mixed line! I looked nothing like this of course, but that's expected, I suppose. Ah, but I was a fine-looking man..." He tilts his head this way and that, distracted for a moment by his reflection. "This isn't ugly, I suppose."

"Sort of like a painting! An almost-exact image made in an instant, and exact copies can be made as quickly. Honestly they're more convincing to humans." Yuuya angles his head some more but looks at Glorfindel in the window's reflection.

"You were a dove but a man as well?" Glorfindel asks, tilting his head. He doesn't understand that. It's easy enough for him to accept that a dove would be sentient, though, although he's never met one before. After all, all birds are Manwë's servants, and while he favours eagles there's no reason for him not to have blessed doves as well. Does he mean that he looked fine as a bird? 'Man' to Glorfindel mainly means 'human' though.

"Human technology and interference, then." Glorfindel laughs. There's a touch of fondness in his voice, but also concern. This world that he's to be reborn into is very different to his home. But then, it must be the same for Yuuya as well. "I suppose if I'm to be born into it I'll understand then. It seems a strange way to make a living, though."

"Oh, yes! Of course pigeons are not dimorphic like humans. Men and women look the same. We are not..." He touches his own cheek. "...it's quite different. Is it so surprising? I suppose to use the archaic terms I was a fine cock, but man has a better sound to it. Or gentleman."

Laying his hand against the side of his face- "Oh, that feels good - ahem. Yes, modelling is quite a particular job. Why, what did you do before?"

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