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The Last Words Meme

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die. 


(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)



HOW IT WORKS:
Getting your numbers from RNG (or pick your own), the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.) 

Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it. 

As usual, all meme's are open to interpretation. If you want to play an AU immortal, yay. If you want to be sucked into another dimension or shoved into a tiny glass box, also fine. YOUR PLAY, NOT MINE.



CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of. 

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country? 

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?


TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise. 

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them. 

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

Comments

[switchback]

[ Bro comes and gets him first thing in the morning. By then he's called his agent, told her to keep it very hush-hush and not to mention to a soul where he's going or what he's doing or why. He just wants a quiet couple of months. He's not planning on bothering with chemo and radiation and surgery and all that other crap. It's a lot of pain with a low guarantee of success. So he'd rather just be left alone until it's over.

Bro tells him right away that he doesn't like that plan, but they don't talk about it at length in the car. It's still very fresh news. Let the kid get over his shock. They get home and Bro puts him to bed in his old room. Dave sleeps for a week more or less constantly and wakes up feeling okay enough to go do something for a change. It has yet to get to such a stage where he hurts much or doesn't feel well. Better enjoy it while it lasts.

Once Tavros has a free day he arranges for them to meet at Lorne's, since it got mentioned, even if he isn't much up for eating. It's the first time he's seen the troll in seven years and in spite of everything he leans in and hugs him when he goes to pick him up, in a way that he does for very, very few others. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Age has been kind of Tavros. The last dregs of puberty have been washed away, leaving only broad shoulders and a strong barrel chest behind. After moving out with Dave and into a residential neighborhood with another troll, he'd had to have his horns trimmed. The impressive rack is replaced instead with knobs on either side of his head, capped with iron to prevent regrowth. ]

You look, good. [ For someone who is dying. But trolls know all about that. ]

[switchback]

You too.

[ A few years ago he could have passed for "fit" in the attractive kind of way, but it's all starved away to thinness, with the sort of hollowing in his cheekbones that wasn't there before. The illness has yet to take its toll on him too much, though. It's not so bad. ]

Not so scrawny anymore.

[uncertainty]

I finally hit my last, growth spurt.

[switchback]

You know what they say about late bloomers, right.

[ It's a good thing the restaurant is so noisy. He could almost fall asleep just sitting here like this. ]

[uncertainty]

[ shrug!! stop flattering him gosh. ]

So, uh... how have you been? Other than the, uh, you know...

[switchback]

[ Shrug. ]

Not much to say. I was looking at finally tackling The Room for my latest remake project, got sidetracked by fake pregnancy scares and a bomb threat at some fish and chips place in Glendale. Took a break for awhile. Had a baby heart attack. Moved home.

[ He takes a long sip of his water, the only thing he's allowed to drink right now. ]

Same old.

[uncertainty]

Oh, wow... You've, really been busy.

[switchback]

That ain't nothing close to the busy I've been. I wanna hear about you, though.

[uncertainty]

[ shrugging..... ]

There really isn't that much to say, to be honest. I, uh, work all the time... Aradia and I live together, and, have a happy moiraillegence.

[switchback]

Yeah?

[ Go on...... ]

[uncertainty]

[ uncomfortable shifting. ]

She's, pretty old now. So, I mostly do all of the work. We're, thinking about relocating to the Districts, because neither of us can keep up with this, at our age.

[switchback]

The Districts? [ Skeptical. ] You'd be trading one set of problems for a different set.

[uncertainty]

We'd be put in four, since we have powers. But, yeah.

[switchback]

Think about it harder, I guess.

[uncertainty]

It would be easier if we did, is all I'm saying. It will be just me soon, anyway.

[switchback]

[ Looking up. ]

She's that old already?

[uncertainty]

Maroon bloods usually only live to be, twenty-five. Aradia will be thirty, in four months, so...

[switchback]

Fuck.

[ He hasn't talked to her in forever, either. ]

I forgot about that.

[uncertainty]

You've had your own stuff, going on. She understands.

[switchback]

I'll come by and see her later...

[uncertainty]

She'd like that.

[switchback]

[ Turning his glass around in his hands. They come by with their food and the smell makes him sick to his stomach even though he loves this stuff. ]

Hope I go before she does.

[uncertainty]

[ DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE. ]

She lived, five years longer than she was supposed to. There's no reason that you can't, also beat the odds...

[switchback]

[ Shaking his head. He picks up his fork and picks at his food to give eating a try. ]