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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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[ jay, unsurprisingly since this has been his default mood for the whole ritual, looks tired. ]
We could still end it for you.
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[ He stands up from behind his desk, towering over Jay a bit. ]
There will come a time when there is an end, I assure you. Just possibly not in your lifetime.
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he's frustrated, but it's more than that. he's... disappointed. in himself, in the fact that after everything that happened, they can't even get craftly out. "there will come a time when there is an end," is good and all, but that time still isn't now. they may have completed their goal in reviving everyone, yet this still feels like a failure.
around his neck is a series of bells. jay, quietly, reaches for one and rips it off the. thing. i'm trying to keep this tag serious here but i honestly have no idea what the fuck to call it, i hate jrpg fashion. but once it's off, he'll set it on the counter. ]
When I was little, I... was separated from my parents. [ it's easier than saying abandoned. ] You probably already know that, as you all seem to know about our pasts. The only thing I had left of them was a bell. That bell was taken away from me a few years ago, so I don't have it anymore. So, I'm going to give this one a new meaning. I'm not going to forget you and what you've done for me, Craftly. This bell is my promise of that.
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He's still when Jay pulls off the bell and sets it at the counter. He listens, humming with each sentence. ]
You honor me with such a gift. I don't recall any of my guests providing me a parting gift as well past the usual vulgar sentiments and crude comments on our request cards.
[ The man smiles, albeit small, as he takes the bell between his tentafingie. A small jingle. ]
This will hold place among my curio shop — hanging proudly above the door. That is my promise, sir.
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[ he watches as craftly holds the bell. he can imagine how it would look like over the door perfectly, and it's strange thinking that after today he won't see that room again. it's only been five weeks but it feels like so much longer. ]
... I'm glad that they got to see you for you, and not just another piece of the game.
[ he remembers everyone's reactions to craftly before, especially during the trial that caught mira. ]
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You will leave this place promptly and return to your life. Perhaps changed or perhaps leaving more than a bell here in this city. Regardless, your freedom is truly a blessing. Please ensure you value it.
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When we're all leaving... you should go see Andersen.