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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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[...That sure is a giant talking bird that appears to have been shot to death. He's caught between confusion because bird and a vague sense of gratitude that the marks of his own death were a simple matter of wiping the blood from his hands and face as a result of coughing up so much of the stuff. Those bullet wounds don't look like much fun.]

Share... what, exactly?

[This is a good start, yes.]

[He struts back and forth a little, enjoying the stare and proceeding otherwise as if he hasn't noticed.]

The spoils! If there are any. Oh, don't be concerned, it looks as if we are in space but this appears to be all metaphorical.

You see, I have had friends who spent some little time on a train such as this. And returned to speak of it - it's rather a complicated matter. Regardless! They mentioned reaching out the windows and finding sugar cubes in the Milky Way. Other accounts bring up living fish, milk, ice crystals. I'm not sure I'll have another chance to see for myself!

[He'll just... not think on that story too hard. Talking birds. Dead talking birds? Food in space?

Yeah, no.

And as for the window... Well, he's dead already. What's the worst that could happen? He shifts a bit to get a good grip on the window before pushing it open as wide as it will go.]

Don't fall out.

No fear of that!

[Air does not rush in or out of the open window, but there is a sense of mild cold, not unpleasant. Yuuya hesitates a moment, then extends two feet of prehensile feathers out into whatever is outside, then cups them. He pulls back cupping a kind of shining... something. It's kind of like Jello that's been stirred around and varicolored sparkles like the surface of snow are present. In the air of the car it pales to resemble cottage cheese.

Yuuya goes and dips his beak in it.]

Milk! Huh, I haven't tasted this kind in years.

...I have to wonder if this is how the snack carts are provisioned.

[Well, given that he's died, he supposes he shouldn't be so surprised at how surreal it is.

...Nope, it's still bugging him.]

How's it taste?

Hmm~

Rather like an older man's. One who's been keeping his crop clean, but still has eaten millet, I think. Oats. [another taste] Toasted mealworms with almond. It's... nice.

[Male and female pigeons both produce crop milk, which is fatty and full of protein. He's reminded of the father who was murdered when Yuuya was like two, but will never say that.]

[This is also Joysweeper so it's not a real threadjack! But the Conductor appears, or has he always been there? Regardless he pulls the window shut.]

Sakazaki, Ahito, please don't make more work for me. Didn't you read the sign?

[He points. There's a tiny little sign about keeping all appendages within the train while it's on its journey to Earth, for the comfort of all passengers and staff. It may not have been there before.

...and he's gone.]

[Geeze that was unexpected. Ahito starts a little, but as the Conductor disappears, he settles back in his seat again, albeit tensely.]

...I give up. I don't get this train at all.

[Giant talking birds with strange milk and creepy conductors. Yeah, he'll have to raise the white flag on this one.]

Edited (wow that was not even close to the icon I wanted) 2014-02-02 12:05 (UTC)

[Yuuya fluffed up a little when the Conductor was here but looked at him quite steadily.]

aaaah, don't mind him. I kind of think he's got it out for me, but it might be that he considers me a friend! It seems versions of me have died at younger ages than this.

[yeah he's not going to worry about what Death thinks of him.]

Anyway. Why not try a taste? I suspect it won't be like pigeon milk to you.

Versions of...

[No. Nope, not even going there.]

I'll be fine. You can keep the milk for yourself.

[And in an attempt to relax again, he'll just lean back and cross his arms behind his head.]

Suit yourself. Adieu, then.

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