( 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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[disinterested]

[Whatever's on Girge's ticket is hidden—namely because he shoves it into his pocket as soon as he receives it. If anyone wants to know, they'll have to ask.

(But he's made his decision.)

As he waits, he wanders around the motel, not quite seeking anyone out, but not outright avoiding anyone either—as tempted as he is to, since he's not sure how to deal with goodbyes.]

[crushcard]

Girge.

[ Yeah, guess who's here to punch him in the face because he was a fucking salt mine in the graveyard.

When he pulls his fist back from the punch though, his expression is neutral. Like it or not he still has to admit that Girge did get away with murder pretty cleanly at that even if his corpse was the one who suffered for it.

That one week he decides to put in Effort, apparently. ]

The least you could have done was confront me directly.

[ Not??? Snipe him from above????? Asshole. ]

[disinterested]

[When Girge sees Seto, he knows what's coming—and, well. He did murder him in cold blood, so he can let Seto have this much.

Stumbling back, he still just smiles in response, though.]

I didn't know if you'd be an entertaining opponent. I was very impressed that you blocked that bullet, though!

[crushcard]

[ WELL HE FEELS BETTER NOW, although he's still not 100% over the grudge holding thing. So just that one punch is all he's going to get.

Oh, for the love of-- here, have an exasperated sigh. He's entertaining enough when he has giant holograms on the field and when he's playing stupid card games, but, eh, that's moot here. ]

Instinct. [ aka insane luck. ] If I were sniping someone from afar I'd have aimed between the eyes, too.

[ slight pause. grudging respect! ]

Also, for what it's worth, you're the only person who's actually been able to kill me so far.

[ vaguely gestures at his canon there were assassination attempts in there somewhere and suicides don't count. ]

[disinterested]

Yeah, I'm good at that.

[Modesty is. Not Girge's strong suit.]

Although I'll admit that what I did probably counts as cheating.

[what with using spoopy magic]

[crushcard]

Hn. [ He folds his arms. ] You had the Unclean on your side, of course that qualifies as cheating.

[ The thing is??? Modesty isn't his best suit either. Maybe in another universe they probably would have gotten along. Maybe. ]

... I assume you're returning to your world, wherever that is.

[ AWKWARD SMALL TALK. ]

[abhoth]

[ Girge's shotgun fires on its own and instead of it being two dead bodies, a stream of confetti and fireworks light up the night sky.

Fuck you, I'm not deleting this! ]

[disinterested]

[UM]

[perceptions]

[She just comes up behind him, the scene unfolding from near where she was lounging.]

Imagine if you did that during the trial.

[disinterested]

Yes, I did get your message. [a beat] I also chose to ignore it.

[sorry]

[perceptions]

Asshole.

[She huffs, mostly over it by now. It isn't like she honestly thought Girge would do it, but she was hoping.]

So, are you sticking around or heading out?

[disinterested]

Well, I'd go to the garden, but I wouldn't want to miss... [a beat, because he doesn't... actually know what the ticket is beyond guessing at its context] ... however they plan on doing this.

[He's not addressing the bit about finding his friends.]

[disinterested]

[um]

What?

[ninjay]

[ when jay spots girge, he immediately walks over. he's not carrying the otter plush because this is one conversation he doesn't want to look completely ridiculous to anyone who walks by. ]

What are you going to do?

[disinterested]

[He saw you hug it, Jay.]

Go back. There's no way I'm staying here.

[Sorry, Andersen (and murder sis).]

[ninjay]

[ THAT WAS BECAUSE OF THE BET SHUT UP ]

To being dead?

[ since there's going back and going back, in this case. ]

[disinterested]

[...]

Andersen's an annoying, self-righteous piece of work, but when he isn't backstabbing people, he can be somewhat persuasive.

[nowyouseeit]

[honestly Kaito can't believe he actually managed to befriend and come to care about someone who described himself as a "sociopathic serial killer." and yet, here he is!]

So. . .

I'm sorry we never got to play a proper game of Risk.

[disinterested]

[Girge can't believe Kaito befriended someone who described himself as a "sociopathic serial killer."]

That's fine. I still think it was pointless.

[nowyouseeit]

[he laughs]

Nah. In a place like this, even small moments of lightheartedness and entertainment can mean a lot.

So-- what's next?

[disinterested]

[You're too disgustingly shounen for him, Kaito.]

I'm going back. What else?

[thawedheart]

[She doesn't really expect Girge to seek anyone out at all. It's not in fitting with his personality - so she searches for him herself.]

...Girge-san?

[Ah, yep. There he is.]

[disinterested]

[There he is, indeed.

He turns to look at her, acknowledging her presence, but waits for her to speak again.]