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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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...For the record, he's not taking any souvenirs, and nor does he plan to. ]
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[ a hand rests against his hip. knowing where knoll is more like an instinct at this point. ]
There's no telling when you'll be able to again, after all.
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[ By now, Knoll has strolled into the gardens out of pure habit. He's standing nearby the water fountain, and raises a hand to lightly rest upon the top. ]
But, maybe it is better this way. I haven't a lot to say beyond "good bye". It wouldn't make much of a difference.
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[ the words come out forcefully and with conviction — they're accompanied with a hard expression. ]
What harm will come from bidding them goodbye? Speak from your heart, Knoll. This may be the last time you can.
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[ There is no harm. What is he afraid of? He's really a terrible friend, isn't he?
Knoll can only sigh. ]
I just need some time--I don't know...I suppose I'm simply not good at doing something that should be so simple. It hasn't been the first time I've decided not to.
[ He's thinking about reconsidering his decision, however. ]
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[ stated bluntly, but with good intentions. ]
There won't be a farewell for most of us. I know in my heart that we'll see some of the others again...that's what I've chosen to believe. But that will require time — a great deal of it.
And if you aren't true to your heart now, when will you start?
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[ Had he been wrong, after all? His gaze is directed towards the ground. It was the same, it didn't matter, and maybe he should've given his decision more thought -- but wait.
Percival wasn't Prince Lyon, L'arachel wasn't Lute, Yukina wasn't Natasha, and Velvet wasn't General Duessel. The people he had spoken to back home...hardly had the chance to know him--even Prince Lyon hadn't really known him. He couldn't just slip away unnoticed, into the darkness--especially with the decision he just made.
The people he had a chance to know...they were important to him. How could he begin to act otherwise?
He takes a shuddering breath. ]
No...you're right. I'm sorry.
I suppose the only difference back then was that I didn't have someone to tell me how much of a fool I was acting.
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He'll be out near the pool and outdoor dining area, since it's near enough to his room. ]
Penny for your thoughts?
[ They're the only two people awake at this hour, after all. ]
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You may require a lot of pennies.
[ For his thoughts are many. Knoll silently assumes a penny is a form of another world's currency. ]
But, right now the current thought is that it's a little hard to believe that any of this happened. Doesn't...everything feel like it was some kind of [nightmare] malicious dream of some sort?
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A figure of speech.
[ His expression looks wry, though, when Knoll asks his question.
It certainly feels like a nightmare.
Although whether it's his worst is up for debate. ]
... Perhaps.
[ He'll incline his head slightly, his expression unreadable, although his gaze is sharp. ]
But to discount everything as a dream would be to discount everything that has happened, to write it off as the production of an overactive mind, would be to overwrite the collective experiences of forty other individuals, excluding ourselves.
[ A pause. ]
Your profile card indicated knowledge of the arcane. Surely you believe in magic.
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... Yes, I do. In my world, magic is also very much a real thing.
[ The dark mage finally is able to bring his gaze to meet Kaiba's completely, though his gaze is less sharp and more curious. ]
It is not as if I would not believe in any of this because of magic. After all, it was as you say...it'd be discounting too much.
[ Pause. ]
But even before we were forcibly brought here, there are many things that happened which are still a lot to take in. Even now.
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[ Never mind that he's pushed his technology to recreate magic. To reshape reality in his hands. Never mind that he knows what it feels like to be soulless, crushed under the weight of despair. Never mind that he's crossed dimensions to find a Pharaoh who existed for thousands of years, alive for sixteen of them and conscious for less than twenty.
He's a hypocrite and should start taking his own advice, really. ]
And yet I've seen a lot of things that by all the rules of logic should not have been possible. Even before our time here. Enough for me to have to admit that there is magic at play, although it goes against every fibre of my being.
[ Another wry smile. ]
Something tells me that you've had similar experiences.
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I have.
Though, I would like to forget most of the ones I've made here...as a good amount of these events that shouldn't have been possible were horrifying beyond imagination.
[ The dark mage takes pause and he offers a small, tentative, and wry smile of his own. ]
But, I believe...that there are experiences here that I wouldn't wish to trade away for any other ones. Do not misunderstand--I despise this place with the intensity that cannot be matched in mere words and I hold no liking towards any of these beings, regardless of their actions. It is just, even here, there are some things I found solace in that I wouldn't have been able to in my home world.
... If you do know what I mean?
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Knoll has put it... actually, more eloquently than he himself would have done it, which is actually rather surprising. For once, Kaiba finds that he doesn't really have anything to add to that. ]
The most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. Perhaps some things are meant to be beyond human comprehension, for the better.
[ He's quoting Lovecraft. Dare u 2 stop him, Craftly. Also, hell if he ever understands what the hell the Unclean wants besides fucking entertainment. ]
Will you be returning home, after this?
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[ Knoll pauses, considering asking Kaiba as to where the quote came from--but then he decides to temporarily leave it for later. ]
No, I won't be returning home. I don't think I'd be able to help put a stop to these rituals if I did...and I was made an offer that I don't believe I will be refusing.