( 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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[godly]

I should at least thank you for all the late-night chats we had, over dinner. At least they weren't boring.

[abhoth]

It was my pleasure. Rarely has a Teacher been so perfectly fitted. It was as if the Unclean chose you herself.

[ Briefly: ]

I apologize for the quality of our last dinner. You'll find my men have prepared you a meal for your travels.

[ A small box is brought out by one of the staff members, a bento box filled with fresh greens, steamed rice, and rich flavorful meat. ]

[godly]

[And for a rare, sincere moment, Light actually blinks in surprise as the bento box is brought over.]

You...

[He'll peek within after taking it, and there's something about its freshness and simplicity that makes it even more appealing than anything he's been presented with so far. It certainly is a step above the clam chowder.

He looks up at Craftly.]

Your hospitality knows no bounds. Are you sure you won't reconsider trying to put more effort into remembering your name? At least before I go.

[abhoth]

[ There's a courtesy and respectable nod. ]

Mmm. No. Babysitting the lot of you still has fried my brain. It's quite alright, don't sully your precious pages with names not even time will remember.

[godly]

[Craftly, that's kind of sad.

But Light just chuckles at it, finding something amusing about the admission.]

I guess we were a handful, weren't we?

But you shouldn't say such a thing. Those pages were meant to be sullied by names that aren't worth remembering. You'd be the only one that stands out from the rest -- someone worth respect, for your tireless efforts.

[abhoth]

It's an honor, given your motivations, to be considered as such. Perhaps when I tire of playing this role, I'll send you a telegram. Time is fickle, so it may show up on your grave marker instead... hm.

[ I live for the sad. ]

[godly]

[Or maybe he'll see it whenever he becomes a shinigami after he dies? Who even understands this canon anymore.]

I don't intend to be requiring a grave marker anytime soon. I've had my fill of dying to last a lifetime.

What will you do after this? The same thing again, over and over? For another unfortunate set of individuals?