deleons | The Limbo Meme

Congratulations, you are dead.

You’re not sure how it happened, or maybe you are. Was it a hero’s death, or the desperate last moments of a coward? Maybe you died to protect someone, maybe you fell on your own sword, maybe you passed away peacefully in your bed one night, or maybe you were taken out by force. Whatever the reason, you are now neither here nor there, no pearly gates or brimstone in sight. This is what they call “limbo”, a liminal space made not to exist in, but to pass through on your way to a more finite destination. Even so, there’s no telling how long you might be stuck here, nor who you might encounter.

Directions:
-create a top level, either blank or with a prompt or preferences
-select a number, letter, or combination of the two from the lists below if you wish
-tag others and enjoy being dead
(OTA all canon characters and OCs)

Optional Prompts
How long have you been here?

1. Newly dead; You haven’t been here long. Maybe you don’t remember how you got here, or maybe you do. You might be scared, confused, disheartened, or even relieved. You’re not the only one drifting through this strange place, so maybe you should ask a familiar - or unfamiliar - face what’s going on.

2. Getting your footing; You’re not exactly a seasoned death veteran, but you’ve been here a while, and whether you like it or not, you’re almost starting to get used to this place - but when will it be time to move on? And who’s that new person who just arrived? That person in the corner has been here as long as you have, if not longer. Maybe you should talk to them.

3. A seasoned spirit; You’ve been here for years, or decades, or centuries. Perhaps you’ve learned how to drift in and out with how long you’ve been dwelling in this strange place. You could give a newbie some advice, or maybe ease the frustration of someone who has been here not quite long enough to accept what their existence has become - that they’ll become you. Then again, maybe you’re just angry you’re still stuck here at all.

What are you doing?

A. Asking questions; How did you get here? How did you die? Will you ever see your family or friends again? Is that one of them? When will you move on to the next stage? Who’s that weird guy standing in the corner over there? You’ve got questions and you want answers.

B. Facing your killer; You know how you got here, you know who’s responsible, but do you know exactly what you’d have to say to them if you saw them? Well, you better figure it out - they’re standing right in front of you.

C. Facing your victim; Well, this is awkward. At some point in the past, you made a decision, and now that decision has quite literally come back to haunt you. The person for whom’s death you are responsible is standing right in front of you, and they are probably going to want some answers

D. A familiar face; Maybe you’re new here, or maybe you’ve been here for years; either way, you’ve just seen a familiar face, whether it be a long lost loved one, or someone you never expected to follow you so soon in death. What will you say to them?

E. Wildcard; Go crazy! Any number of things can happen when your soul is trapped between dimensions. Strike up a conversation with a stranger, explore any strange new powers you might discover as a ghost, haunt one of the living, etc. The possibilities are endless!

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[Again, Gansey is thankful for Darlinton’s apparent certainty. For a moment, he wishes that patting his own pocket would somehow produce his large and boxy EMF reader, but on second thought he realizes that the device would probably either explode from the pure amount of energy radiating from this place, or cease to function entirely. It seems a simple compass will, in fact, be their best bet. And so, Gansey continues following Darlington’s lead.

[But moving through the horde of ghosts is unnerving to say the least. The air around them feels chilled to the point of frostbite, but at the same time, Gansey can’t say that he feels terribly affected by it. This truly is a bizarre place.

[Face after face. Gansey can’t help but scan them - subtly at first, and then rather brazenly. Leave it to him to want to make a good impression on a bunch of dead people, but if they’re looking for someone who might know something about Glendower, then it’s worth a straight-on look or two...or four...or ten. It’s not without some frustration that Gansey realizes he’s not entirely sure what to look for. Old paintings and scrawling make people from the 15th century look almost fictional in their depictions, quite far removed from the image of an actual person. These spirits all look frighteningly real. And some of them are looking back at him now. That leaves a chill on his spine. When he speaks again to Darlington, it’s in a low, quiet voice.]

Do you see anything?

Not yet.

[ His jaw is starting to wire tighter with tension, the deeper in they go, and the more ghosts they pass. Darlington's accustomed to being quiet and watchful; he likes sitting back and gathering information, seeing what he can learn from others' behaviour. But the main lesson he's ever been taught about Grays is to not look at them. Don't draw their attention. Don't make them look back at you or notice you or have any reason to get attached to you.

And right now, the two boys may as well be comprised of hollering klaxons and blinking lights screaming, we're here, we're alive, come and get us.

Not for the first time, he finds himself missing Alex. For better or worse, she's more accustomed to the dead than he is.

But then. There. The compass pointing the direction and the crowd parting slightly, enough for them to see a figure in the distance, shoulders slumped. Tousled pale blond hair, face averted from them, and an Aglionby Academy uniform. With a black raven on the crest, compared to the black hound on Darlington's Lethe House jacket. He frowns. ]

Is that your school uniform?

[Gansey's head turns. He knows nothing of not looking at "Grays", and he's been looking. He's been distracted, and greatly so, searching for what he's always searching for - more clues, a step closer, and indication that what he's looking for is there and real and within his reach.

[But when he hears Darlington's question, his brain lags like a computer. His thoughts are still on Glendower and finding a 15th century face. The other boy's question doesn't register until he sees it himself.

[An Aglionby uniform, but that's not all - out of place, yes, but it's not the uniform that catches his attention. Slumped shoulders, tousled blonde hair. That's not just any Aglionby student, that's--]

Noah?

[Gansey doesn't wait for Darlington to catch up to his realization. He dashes toward his friend without further notice. Noah hadn't been with them. He hadn't had any potion, concoction - whatever it was they drank. Noah shouldn't be here. Why is Noah here?]

Noah!

The Limbo Meme

this sounds good to me! Do they know Noah’s secret by now?

hmmm maybe they don't, so it's a first ~hint~ towards the secret

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