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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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[ they're going to put it up in display and it's going to haunt jay forever.
he sets it on the ground though, since holding it gets a little tiring. ]
You don't regret this, do you? Not like it matters if you do at this point since the choice has been made, but...
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[ not being able to get the incentives for the murders would have been a blow, but as long as the one he got for becoming a hunter was still fulfilled, that's all that matters. ]
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[ it's said without any hesitation. jay doesn't get attached to people easily, but when he does... well.
you can tell. ]
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[ it wouldn't hurt to ask, but jay knows the unclean well enough at this point to figure that that's one kindness too many. ]
I think that he was hoping it would be one of us to take the deal. Since he knew we would have killed him, in the end.
[ they still can, technically. but he doubts it'll be actually possible at this point. too many people to stop it from happening, including craftly himself. ]
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[ the way he says it sounds flippant. when he talks again though, his voice is quieter. ]
He wants it so badly.
[ and it's not like girge, who wanted to return to his death, because girge actually has another chance. craftly's honestly stuck. and he's so... so tired of it all. ]
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You don't have to. You're already going to be dealing with a lot of death in the future. [ ... ] If you do, though, make sure it's after everyone is gone. They've definitely seen enough.
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he doesn't have much of an outward reaction to the words, except for how his eyes widen slightly. it's a little overwhelming, hearing words that are almost familiar, but being directed at another person than isn't himself. ]
Our peace of mind isn't what's important here. He is.
[ he sounds grateful. ]
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[ he means thank you, but he's tsun. ]
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[ he fully expected to never see any of these people again though, so the chance of getting to is... hm. ]
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[ that's a goddamn lie. ]