Train to the Afterlife Meme

[mewtwowarrior]

The Train to the Afterlife Meme

In this meme, your character has died. Maybe they died in canon, maybe there's an AU scenario that leads to their death, or perhaps there's another reason they've passed on.

No matter the circumstances, your character finds themselves aboard a train heading wherever they're going after their deaths.

It's a spacious train, there's plenty of room for everyone and they're free to move about the cars, the train is equipped with the standard amenities one would expect for a long journey: cozy cars for resting, dining cars for eating, luggage cars filled with many bags or maybe none at all, fuel cars, and the engine and caboose, along with anything else you'd like your characters to encounter.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

[Based on this Train to the Afterlife meme and many others that have appeared on bakerstreet and other meme communities. I felt bad just copy-pasting, so I wrote up my own version inspired by them.]

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Wreck-It Ralph | Wreck-It Ralph/Tron AU

[wreckognize]

[In one of the more spacious train cars, there sits a giant, sprawled out on a bench seat below one of the windows, looking across to the other side of the train.

He's got his head tilted backwards, his eyes are either closed or staring up at the ceiling.

Depending on the passengers, some may recognize his shape as belonging to Wreck-It Ralph, however, his clothes are far different than the usual that Ralphs wear.

The light doesn't do them justice, they look faded out when taken away from their original environment, the stark white with glowing blue lines doesn't fit anywhere except in the realm of the computer.

His matching helmet has been set down next to him, it's been a long time since he's felt safe enough to take it off, thirty years trapped in The Games will do it to you.

Ralph's had a good run, he had survived far longer than some that had been stuck in the game, but his luck had dried up.

They're not visible all of the time, but when the lighting is right or his body briefly glitches, digital scars appear on his head and chest, his death had been a violent one on the wrong side of an identity disc.]

[actuarially]

[the program opening the car door wasn't as tiny as some of the data pushers back home, but he definitely wasn't in Ralph's league either, and his eyes widened a little as he took in the car's occupant. the long mobile face might also be familiar, depending on which sector Ralph's Games had taken place in; though he'd survived long enough to ditch the newbie half-tunic, he hadn't managed to graduate past the chestplate.

(other things had intervened.)

still, there's no fear in his voice as he leans in; he's past the point of being scared of anything now.]

Hey there, is this car full?

[wreckognize]

[Since he had been 'imported' from another game, Ralph and the rest of the outer-game combatants had been carefully secured away from everybody else in the game. It wouldn't do any good for unfortunate accidents to befall the selected gladiators. He had only encountered other Programs when he was taken to and from his cell and on the battlefield.

He's never actually been this close to another Program, except for the Guards.

Ralph's uncertain if he's seen this one before or not, after a while, the opponents on the other side of the battlefield all start looking the same, except for the ones brought in from other consoles. They were easy to tell apart, they didn't quite fit with the aesthetics of the game, bringing in their own quirks. If they survived, like Ralph had, eventually they would blend in more with the Programs of Tron, but there still was always something off about them, a hint that they didn't belong in the game.

The car is empty, save for the giant. Ralph has no hard feelings towards any of the other Programs forced to battle, they had been in the same position he was.

He sits up and gestures gently with his hands, indicating the whole car.]

Nope, there's plenty of space.

[Ralph looks him over one more time, trying to see if it'd spark a memory.]

Guess they got you too, huh?


[OOC: Eeeeee, thanks for responding! <3 ]

[actuarially]

[Where Ram had come from, he'd been tucked away in the pit cells Sark had reserved for incorrigible survivors, to stop them from raising the morale of the other conscripts. This one was new to him; though as an office-support program originally, he'd met many strange and diverse inhabitants of the digital world, he was pretty sure he would have remembered this one if they'd met in the Games.

Shutting the door behind him with a smile of thanks, he nods ruefully at the big program's question.]

I had a good run. My name's Ram; what's yours?


[[You're welcome!<333 I'm really slow right now, but even if I lag at some point, I'll come back as soon as tagbrains allow.]]

[wreckognize]

[Ralph settles into a more comfortable position, leaning over and resting his elbows on his knees. Even his time in The Games hadn't helped his posture any.

He gives Ram a light smile, more of a thoughtful smirk as he realized the two seemed to have at least a handful of things in common. Too bad they hadn't been able to meet under better circumstances.]

Me too.

I'm Ralph. Used ta have a 'Wreck-It' before that, but it's been a long time since anybody's called me that.

[It's been ages since anyone has used his name, either. He has no doubt that Fix-It Felix Jr's been long unplugged, with the loss of his original game, had he lost the title that came with it.]


[OOC: <3 Thanks! :D No worries at all, I don't mind waiting and I'll have a few delays as well. ^_^ I've got a bit of a cold, so I hear you on the tagbrains, and then I have DragonCon this week. But, I'll be on when I can! ^_^ ]

[actuarially]

[Ram, meanwhile, flopped onto the other-side seat with as complete a disregard for posture as his new friend. He'd never really liked transport, but at least here there were no shackles and, unlike the pit cells, plenty of room to stretch.]

Wreck-It Ralph, huh? [a cool name, as designations went.] Nice to meet you! Wish it was under better circumstances.

[he hadn't... actually expected anything like this. :/ derezzing had been no fun at all -- he was still sure he could catch a glimpse of translucence about himself if he looked, which was why he wasn't -- but who'd have thought that after that, he'd still somehow have somewhere to go?]


[[<3!! I hope you're feeling better by now.]]

[wreckognize]

[Ralph smiles slightly as Ram plops down, keeping things casual. While it was disappointing and frustrating that he had died, it was a nice change of pace to be relaxed and actually having a conversation with somebody. Plus, the accommodations were a lot nicer than the cells and there was much more freedom.

He gives him a nod.]

Same to you.

[He shifts in his seat just slightly, adjusting his position to get a little more comfortable. He meant what he said, it'd be better if the two of them were alive, maybe if they had been able to team up, they could've escaped.

Ralph's not the best at social situations, he hadn't had much time to adjust to his game before being held prisoner in Tron, and then the talk was few and far between there.]

So, what game did you come from?

[In his world, the native Programs of the Tron arcade game regenerated no matter how many times they were killed, so he's assuming that Ram had been taken hostage like him.]


[[ <3! Ah, thank you so much! My cold's pretty much all gone! ^_^ How are you feeling?]]

[actuarially]

[wry] All of 'em, I guess. I was an actuarial program before the Master Control took over. He'd already appropriated somebody with my functions, so I got zapped down to the Game Grid. Don't think they cared what games they tossed me into.

[nope, he's only died once, but he sure made it count. >>]

How about yourself? Did you start out as a video warrior? [because he's pretty sure Ralph would have been an impressive one.~]


[[Yay!~ I'm doing okay! Very busy, but okay. :) ]]

[wreckognize]

[That wasn't quite the answer Ralph was expecting, so there's a look of confusion on his face. However, the more Ram explains, the more it becomes clear. There's still a few things he's stuck on, so he decides to bring them up.]

So, you belonged in the game, but still got a Game Over? Did your console get unplugged or somethin'?

[If it wasn't for the fact that he knew escape from the Tron game was near impossible, he'd ask if Ram had left and gotten killed in another game.]

And, uh, what's an actuarial program?

[He's not going to ask questions without giving answers of his own, so it's his turn to talk about his story.]

Yes an' no. I belonged to another video game as the resident Bad Guy. Didn't get to do the job long, though, I wandered into Tron one day and never got out. The MCP had me captured and stuffed in a cell, pretty sure he did it to a buncha the others as well. There were always stories of characters disappearin' from their games, never knew why until I got thrown into the games.

I was put only on disc wars, none of the light cycles were big enough to fit me. I never was one for drivin', anyway.


[[I'm so glad to hear it! ^_^ Sorry you're busy though (unless you want to be, then it's great :D ). :) ]]