( DEPARTURE )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 42 At 6:00 PM on the dot, everyone who has died during the ritual will awaken in their respective beds. Whole and unscathed, it would be far too easy to say that everything has been nothing but a fever dream. But the truth, as always, is far different from what the heart yearns for. For the first time in five weeks, night falls over the City of Yuggoth. The sun no longer hangs over your heads, its presence dark and oppressing. Instead, a soft, blue light shines down from the sky. It's not quite the moon, no. The Unclean's avatar is still visible in the sky, after all. But it's comforting. It's the promise of new beginnings, of newly forged bonds, and pacts that neither heaven nor hell are capable of tearing down. Does this singular moment in time make everything they've been through worth it? No, probably not. But this is the end. Their journey is over. Now it's time for forty-one (41) individuals to choose their destination, while one (1) is left behind. The unmarked room between the Kitchen (still wrecked — thanks, Tsurugi) and Laundry room is now open. Faceless men will be giving away baseball caps, pens, keychains and all the splendor of Yuggoth, as well as glossy photos taken throughout the ritual... for most, it will be a photo of their dead body and the manner in which they died. Yikes. A toy machine has also been left here, with a sign that reads TELEGRAM FUND: DEPOSIT YOUR CLUE TOKENS SO EVERYONE CAN CONTACT THEIR FRIENDS. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE ANDERSEN, SO DON'T ASK. - ABIGAIL. Manning the Curio Shop won't be the only duties the faceless men have been relegated to, however. They'll be hunting down everyone but the new facilitator in order to give them a bus ticket. The destination and time of departure will be blank upon initially receiving it, but as soon as one thinks of where they want to go? Both fields will be filled in, and will be adjusted accordingly if anyone has a last minute change of heart. It seems like, in the end, it's up to the residents to decide whether to return home or to catch a ride with one of their new friends. Starting from 6:00 AM on Tuesday morning (a fact only discernible thanks to the Grandfather clocks, as the sun refuses to rise again), double decker buses will roll by the motel to pick residents up. There will be several buses, each one remaining at the entrance for fifteen minutes and the next one arriving after an hour long interval. Bus tickets will refuse to change after the first bus has arrived, so try not to be too indecisive lest you wish to remain in this realm or strike a deal with the Unclean. On the bright side, there are at least two to four days before everyone has returned home. May as well get those final goodbyes over with, right? It's a wrap, everyone! Thank you for the wild ride, and don't forget to check out the Love Meme and TL;CR Meme. You can use this post to thread out those last goodbyes. ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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FOR THOSE STAYING

[abhoth]

[ At the front desk there will be a faceless man attempting to offer unique once in your lifetime eternal "timeshare" packages. The brochure explains incentives and eternal servitude to the Unclean at the low low price of your soul. He would mime out for twenty minutes to try and convince you to stay or at least, agree to facilitate. There's no promise of where you will end up but it seems by the brochure that the risk may be worth it. ]

[perceptions]

[She's just chuckling to the side.]

You should be nicer to the faceless men. Considering they're subordinates of yours now.

[perceptions]

You flatter me. [She snorts, not really considering herself in the same manner.] Poor things, you're going to run them ragged. Too bad they won't be able to play songs on the kazoo for you.

[nowyouseeit]

[chucks a crumbled up brochure at the back of his head]

[Kaito that's rude]

Hey.

[18x0]

[She watches him from the side quietly, waiting for him to notice her there. When he does, she gives a little wave.]

[g101]

[ there's a paper crane.

it's blue, folded neatly and the hands that created it clearly put it together with love and care.

the faceless man holding it out for him seems to have been instructed to hold it in his palm as gently as possible, to cradle as though it was the most precious thing in this realm. the flap of it's wing holds handwriting that he would know best as being shaky but determined to hold a pen. Open me! it says.

what'll you do, andersen? ]

[crushcard]

[ SO ABOUT THAT FAIRYTALE COMMISSION. ]

I heard your reading the other day.

[ungodly]

[ heather's got a rolled up brochure and she's striking andersen right smack dab in the back of the head. probably doesn't hurt really at all, though, given that it's just a flimsy piece of paper. ]

These guys are your staff now, right? No employee abuse!

[fauxtetsu]

[ Anderson gets a tiny turtle made from on of the green and blue pamphlets promoting the lake... and a short little story written on one of those motel-branded memo pads. They're ocean-themed, it works ]

I never actually liked the end of this fairytale... but it's my brother's favorite up to that point. I'm no writer, but maybe you'll like it.

[ It's a summary of Urashima Taro, simple as that. Okay there are inconspicuous doodles of the things like the talking turtle, coral palaces, and that damn box. ]

[restlessgods]

Will you be alone here?

[ It's usually hard to read Rachel's expression, but she's looking at him with a manner of slight concern. ]

[intolerable]

...

If I stayed, would I be allowed to finally have my powers back?

[intolerable]

You don't think I'm going to leave you alone, do you?

[crimsonsparrow]

[Suzaku takes a brochure.]

Upon inquiring about this previously, I was told that it should be possible for me to stay in the same realm as Andersen. I expect that that still holds true.

[The brochure is kind of vague...but, well, what other choice does he have. He knows the faceless men aren't going to respond, he's just going to squint at them suspiciously anyway.]

[crimsonsparrow]

I've decided, graciously, to provide you with my continued company.

[That's what.]