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( DEPARTURE )
 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. ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
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So when the faceless men bring her ticket, she holds onto it for a while just in case. Maybe she'll get the wild idea to change? Yet no matter how much time passes, it remains blank even when the buses begin to arrive. No surprise, but it is what it is. She's just waiting for everyone to get lost so her and the Unclean can tear shit up.
In any case, she's in the lobby with a bottle of wine she stole out of the lounge and a framed picture of her execution. It's in glossy color, her organs sputtering out, Jake hunched over, and it's kind of ugly looking but she'll keep it for ~memories~.
...And in the nearest trash can in the lobby, you may see the discarded hearts she had ripped out since they aren't good anymore. She just dumped them out... don't ask...]
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[ with a fold of his arms, he concludes that mira will be mira until the end. ]
What are you thinking, exactly?
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Thinking about the next place I'll go off to. I'm not like Andersen, who has a more pre-set route. I could be sent to do any number of unpleasant tasks.
What about you, Percival? Still thinking of destroying the Unclean?
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[ the smirk is reciprocated — for now. ]
I am. I have...an interesting crew. Some of them remind me a bit of you; always seeking thrill, those ones.
[ something is alight in his eyes. ]
What, do you intend on telling me that we'll be enemies from here on? That changes little — if anything at all.
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What I'll say is that you won't win. You're going to be fighting a war of futility if you even attempt. You have much better ways to spend your life and time.
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You actually framed it?
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[ since all he did was drink poison with the others. ]
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Am I?
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[is it because it's a literal "no shit sherlock" costume jay??]
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[ he didn't forget it he very deliberately left it. ]
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[GET IT.]
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before just turning around and walking away
it at least looks like he is indeed going to where the rooms are?? ]
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[YOU WONT ESCAPE JAY.]
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[CANT ESCAPE.]