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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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kind of a barren wasteland. [ But. ] Trolls have rights and all consenting adults of any shape, size and origin can get married so long as the other person says yes.

[ A short, hesitant pause. Bro knows what she's going to say before she says it and reaches out to give her shoulder a squeeze.

What about, uhh, things like me? ]

You aren't a thing, Vyd. [ Taking a drink of water. ] Trolls and humans can get married up there, so kids like you are more common.

[ There's more? She's never seen another hybrid like her in person so far. Only on TV, or maybe in magazines. And usually always in a negative light. ]

Yeah.

[ He grabs the pamphlet for the city he's been eyeing, pushing it over. ] Place I'm looking at has the highest birthrate of 'em, too.

[ She takes it and pores over it with interest, her food momentarily forgotten. It sounds like a story out of one of her books, not a really real place where really real people really live.

Wow... ]

Course, there's always gonna be assholes... but it'd be better 'n here.

[ She scans the pages a little longer and looks up. She's still too shy to look Dirk in the awkward, but not Bro.

I wanna go there.

Bro chuckles faintly. ]

Settles that, I guess.

[ Nodding. ]

Once the paperwork goes through we can leave. [ Spoilers

he's already got a house lined up. ]

[ Soon?

She's eager, like she's basically ready to take what she can carry and go right now. ]

'bout a month.

[ Not soon enough. She accepts the answer and seems pretty chill about it. But honestly over the days until then it becomes an escape for her. Whenever she takes a bunch of shit at school or feels crappy and lonely she just pretends she's there already. Without being asked or helped she puts all her stuff in little bins and bags and boxes and leaves a suitcase by the door so they can just Go when it's time, no looking back. It's not like she has anybody to say goodbye to.

Conversely, Bro isn't quite as excited. He's been in this place for forever, it's not just where people died but also where they lived, sometimes even where they were born. He forgets stuff but he still has his memories and it's not easy to let go of. He doesn't say anything about it because he knows if he makes an issue of it that Daevyd will pick up on it and get disheartened but "packing" mostly consists of him tensely circling what's left of Dave's and Tavros' stuff and then just leaving it where it is because that's where it belongs, where it's always been. ]

[ Dirk's got enough cash to continue paying for the space infinitely. But they gotta go. He sees how Vyd comes home and remembers how he was, remembers getting expelled when he was just a few years older than her and knows that leaving her here is wrong and dangerous.

He only opts to take the couch. Their moving van is sparse and when the passports finally come in and they set the date, he rents a u-haul and gets ready to go.

The big day sneaks up on him. ]

[ In the end he doesn't end up taking much. Just what furniture they actually need and use and the obvious things like pictures and things that can't be replaced. And Dave in his urn, of course. He won't even hear a word about packing that. Vyd gets the honor of carrying daddy in the truck all the way to Canada.

When it's finally all done and time to go he doesn't look back. He can't. Just slides slowly and stiffly into the truck and within 5 minutes he's sleeping like the dead again. ]

[ They're almost good to go. Dirk eventually looks over, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel. ]

You wanna say goodbye to your mom before we go?

[ Vyd looks up from her (slightly cramped) spot between Dirk and Bro, Dave's urn held securely in place between her knees.

She bites her lip and nods. I promised I would visit before I go. ]

Okay.

[ Making a pit-stop at the cemetery. ]

[ She climbs out when they get there and spends a little while at Tavros' grave, talking to it. She holds out the urn (See? I brought daddy) and then leaves it to rest against the headstone until it's time to go. She never knew her dad and hardly remembers her mom at all but it's still a little hard to walk away from them. But it isn't all bad because she's mostly sure that her parents would want her to live in a place where she can be happy. From what she's been told about them, anyway.

When she gets back to the truck she puts a brave face on and squeezes back in-between Dirk and Bro. ]

[ Dirk gives her a gentle clap on the shoulder and gets it in gear.

it's going to be a long trip. ]

[ Bro sleeps for most of it. Most—but by the time they're nearly there he starts getting hideously sick after a few hours in the car and frequent stops slow them way down. Usually the only sign it's coming is him waking up suddenly and it ends in more than a few messes. After that Vyd learns to watch him, laying her head against his leg and listening to his breathing with her keen ears.

When they finally get there all the two of them can say at first is it's cold even though it's the middle of goddamn summer and not what normal people would call "cold" by most standards. Still. It's lush and green and pretty, not a single tumbleweed or cactus in sight.

Paradise. ]

[ Irving wakes up with a cranky cry and reaches to be picked up - not from his dad, but from Vyd. Dirk's already out to survey their beautiful new home.

It's a a lovely house. A sweet, sugary brown with a gingerbread trim, lovingly painted and cared for. Some of the neighbors are peering curiously out their windows some troll, some human. Some both. ]

Vyd, can you take him inside while I start to unpack? Bro can nap until everything's in.

[ Ok. She leaves papi with the fitfully snoozing Bro, giving his cheek a kiss and hoping that the truck not being in motion will help him not get sick. She picks Irving up and climbs out carefully, heading up to the door but stops in the yard to look around. Trees and grass and other people in houses instead of hidden by tall, cramped buildings. She spies people looking and recoils a little in surprise, mistaking curiosity for suspicion and ducks into the house quickly.

Look Irv, it's, our new house. We're here. ]

[ House, Irving parrots, looking around but not trying to wriggle or get down.

Dirk moves furniture in at a pretty slow pace, until a brown-blooded neighbor comes on over and assists with the move. ]

[ She wanders the house with Irving, exploring the rooms and pointing stuff out she thinks he might find entertaining to his baby eyes, but she's nervous of the neighbor helping out. And the others outside, too. Eventually she wanders close enough to get a good look.

Humans and lowbloods working together, you don't see that often. In fact the only time she thinks she has are in the stories and pictures of her parents. Or in fiction, which doesn't count. ]

[ The neighbor asks about her, She's my niece, Dirk offers and soon everything is in and they're formally introduced. His name is Kojaak Stevens and he's married to a human down the street. Invites them to dinner and with a wink and a grin tells him that the neighbors will back off until tomorrow.

Then I've got no promises. Folks are real friendly around here, doncha know.

He pats Dirk on the shoulder and Dirk heads out to wake his dad up. ]

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