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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Barrington Whelk has been here for a while now - how long? Impossible to say. But, for what it’s worth (which isn’t much, he realizes), he’s at least starting to get used to the place. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a terrible thing, though his usual impulse is to lean toward terrible. At any rate, he certainly shouldn’t be designated as a member of the Limbo Welcoming Party, and yet, as he sits with his back against something like a wall, absent-mindedly flipping a red ballpoint pen around with his hands, he speaks up when he notices someone he doesn’t recognize. His eyes stay on the pen though, voice miserably bored, which should be an indication as to why he’s bothering to speak up at all.]

Never seen you before. [He hated small talk when he was alive, and he hates it now. He really must be bored.] Welcome to Hell.

[He glances up.] Just kidding. It’s worse.

[ The last thing Barry remembers before ending up here, wherever that is, is red. Red clouding his vision, and his thoughts, a roiling pit of rage overtaking everything. Red streaks against his skin; spattered across his face, over his knuckles, across his shirt. Knuckles torn open against cement before everything faded away.

It's faded now, greyed out, replaced with a hollow, empty feeling. Numb. Here very clearly isn't where he expects to be, if the wary but vacant expression looking around at everything is anything to go on, but he's too exhausted to process much. He doesn't seem especially surprised by the words, only mildly startled by the fact there's someone else here, and he takes a step back on reflex. Checks for his gun on autopilot, but it's gone. Probably for the best anyway. ]

Where am I?

[ Because the other's words don't actually answer anything. ]

[Barry #2 raises an eyebrow as the newcomer checks for what he assumes is a weapon. Maybe that’s just some leftover paranoia, but either way.]

Even if you had it it wouldn’t do anything.

[At least, he doesn’t think so. After all, how can somebody die twice? He goes back to flipping his pen about and sighs.]

Who knows. [It’s said more like a statement than a question. He sure doesn’t. He doesn’t think most people do.] Not bad enough to be Hell, and I sure as shit wouldn’t be caught dead in Heaven. [Ha.

[Also, if this is Heaven, Heaven sucks and his old Sunday school teacher has some explaining to do.]

You’re dead though. So there’s that.

The Limbo Meme

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