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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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Around, I think. Haven't exactly found 'em yet.
[he folds his arms, something he hasn't been able to do since he was injured in the library, and arches an eyebrow]
How're you feeling?
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Considering your new duties. . . that might not be a bad thing.
[and, slowly, a smile curves up the corners of his mouth]
You're a real idiot. But. . .
[UUUGH OKAY FINE HE'LL SHOW HIS FEELINGS FOR A SECOND HERE]
Thanks.
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[both the hug and the warmth in that voice take Kaito off guard, considering their last few interactions. he stiffens in surprise, arms hanging loosely at his sides, like he doesn't know what to do with them]
[. . .]
"Good job?" Last time I checked, you weren't exactly happy with the job I was doing. So which one is it?
[he. tries to sound grumpy and grouchy, but. it's weak. his tsun is at an all-time low right now]
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[SHOVES A HAND IN HIS FACE]
We're not heroes, you moron. How many times do I hafta say that?
[HUFFS AGAIN!!]
We were just three people who were trying our best to do what we felt was right, deep in our hearts. That's not heroic!
That's conviction.
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I don't get you.
[he says "good work," congratulates him for the efforts he and Jay and Yukina put into the game, AND YET. . . STILL BETRAYED THEM??? wtf Andy!!]
And I'm still pretty pissed, too. You're a punk.
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Sure. I'm all ears, considering the one I cut off graciously grew back.
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Touching the hearts and bringing smiles to the faces of those who read your tales.
[he's a performer, he knows what's most important when it comes to audiences]
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[YOU. . .]
[. . .]
You weirdo.
[but he bends down and finally scoops Andersen into that hug he didn't return earlier]
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I guess I should've. [ha] And I should've known from the start that trusting you with that information was a bad idea.
[he says, even though everything turned out for the best in the end]
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. . . I don't know how much I'll be able to help those guys who wanna return here and rescue you, but. . .
[a pause. inhale, exhale]
I'll do what I can.
That's a promise.
[regardless of everything that happened. . . Andersen doesn't deserve this fate]
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-- oi oi, quit that!
[swats at his hands!]
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[there's no way he's being left out of this rescue mission]
Just 'cause you're used to it doesn't mean you deserve to be here. 'Sides, I wanna show you my Tokyo one day.
Maybe you can watch one of my performances and write a story about it.