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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

[uncertainty]

What?

[switchback]

Trying to— [ COUGHS. by the time he finally stops he sits down on the bar and tries to catch his breath. ] Fuck. As if I didn't already blow on out of here so people would quit "making the time" for me, now I gotta come back and do it all over again.

[uncertainty]

[ wh.

... wh... ]

What the hell, is wrong with you?

[switchback]

[ He just narrows his eyes, coughing once more and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ]

You tell me.

[uncertainty]

When you left, I didn't stop you, because I didn't want to ruin your dreams. And, you just left, because you were tired of people working, to make things better? Are you fucking with me, right now? Because, if you are, it's not very funny, and you should stop.

[switchback]

Right. You're right, I was wrong.

[uncertainty]

So stop doing it.

[switchback]

Ok.

[ He swings down to climb off the bar, dangling and then dropping down. His legs don't support him and he falls on his ass in the sand but dusts himself off afterward anyway. ]

Can we go.

[uncertainty]

... Yeah. We can, go.

[switchback]

[ Picking himself up off the ground and walking stiffly to the car. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Wheeling after.

Whatever he probably won't see Dave again after this anyway. ]

[switchback]

[ He takes Tavros home without saying anything, at least until they get back, where he mumbles bye and nods to him a little.

When he gets home he crashes like a dropped rock, refusing as always to call anyone else or see the doctor. Completely untreated and unmedicated, he's wont to just sleep, cough when he's awake, and sleep some more. The media begins to notice he isn't around and sniffs around but none of them suspect he's gone home, just like he'd hoped. ]

[uncertainty]

[ A week later Aradia dies.

Tavros calls home to ask her if she can bring his lunch. There's no answer. He texts her. Hits her up on pesterchum, but there's nothing. He excuses himself from work (his boss declares he's fired the second his wheels touch the sidewalk outside) and he rushes home to find her on the couch.

At first he thinks she must be asleep. But her husktop is open by her side and she doesn't rouse when he calls her name, nor when he shakes her shoulder. Her skin is already cold.

He calls Karkat and the rest is more or less a blur, with Karkat taking over and making the arrangements that need to be made while he sits in their tiny living room and wishes he'd stayed home. ]

[switchback]

[ Karkat calls to tell him and that's how Karkat finds out he's sick. On top of losing Aradia, he basically throws a massive fucking fit on the spot. Dave's so groggy he doesn't even know what's happened when he starts yelling in his ear, all he does is mumble I'm sick, I'm dyin' in-between dry coughs and suddenly his phone vibrates in his hand from the force of all the yelling.

When things settle down he's crestfallen to hear he missed his chance to see Aradia. He takes a handful of painkillers to get him through the day and goes to her funer—uh, corpse party, awkwardly reuniting with everyone there and holding his coughs in so they'll never know. The aim is to not be sad but her going so quickly just reminds him of how fast and scary it is and before too long he's getting morose and has to find a quiet room to slip into for some space. ]

[uncertainty]

[ It's fortuitiously the room that Tavros has chosen to stay in to avoid the festivities. As much as he would like to celebrate Aradia's life and all that she'd accomplished, the lost of a moirail is painful and he simply can't cope. Not right now. Everyone leaves him to his own devices as they usually do and he spends most of the party crying in a supply closet.

He stops once the door opens, scrubbing his face. ] I, uh,... Hat. I was, finding, my hat. Suh, sorry.

[switchback]

[ Shit.

He stops in place with his hand on the doorknob, in-between walking in and walking back out. In another occasion, he might have just turned and walked away. Tavros wants space, he wants space. But he gets a look at his face and the tears and he almost feels like he could do the same. He bites his lip and shuts the door behind him, stumbling a little in the now-dark room and reaches out to find his shoulder (whoops fuck that's his horn), and once he's found them he leans down and wraps his arms around, coughing quietly into the crook of his neck. ]

S'okay.

[uncertainty]

[ He freezes at the hold, eyes wide and trembling ever so slightly before his arms gently wrap around Dave and be buries his face in his shoulder. ]

[switchback]

[ Dave brings a hand around to the back of Tavros' head and lets him just cry it out. He never quite gets to that state of emotion himself, at least not on the outside, but he feels like ass on the inside for a hundred different reasons so he's there bawling in spirit. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Eventually his sobs quiet. ] I should have, been there.

[switchback]

It's not your fault.

[uncertainty]

[ holding dave a little tighter. ]

[switchback]

[ Muffling coughs against his shoulder. Aradia's gone and soon so will he be, and a bunch of people will be standing around straining themselves to either maintain some sort of composure or not pick a fight with the other people in the room but ultimately it won't matter because nothing matters when you're dead. ]

... Wish I got to see her before she died.

[uncertainty]

[ Sniffling grossly. ]

Me too.

[switchback]

Would've helped. Or at least made me laugh at her being all creepy about kicking it and shit.

[uncertainty]

She, uhh, she wanted, confetti cannons...