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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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[before he can stop himself, Kaito pulls away from the front desk and walks around it. he reaches out, wraps his arms around Craftly's waist, and pulls him in for a hug]
We did it.
[he mumbles, voice tired]
We made mistakes, but we did it. We accomplished a 100% survival rate in this ritual. We saved forty-two people, even if only forty-one can go home. But. . .
[his grip tightens]
Who is going to save you, Craftly?
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[ That was the first word out of his mouth. Craftly, in all of his years, succumbed to the fate that this was his world. This was his city, as broken and tormented as it's roots were. The fire in the Church, the fog that binds it so nicely into this existence — had he grown tired of it? He recalls how life once bred this realm into one of prosperity, but Kaito — ... his actions did. Even with his death, it was for prosperity. ]
You should be proud. [ He says, taken aback by the hug. A slender tendril lifts up and paps the boy onto his back. ] Not many have.
[ Taking the deal was a rarity, it's true — but Craftly's rebellion went past that... selfishly so. ]
Do you recall the questions you asked me when you first signed your contract? All your curiosities filling my curio shop? The mind is not a sponge, despite what people believe. Some things... are better left to fate and time. Your mind, and I suspect mine, are not ready.
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[but the fact that they couldn't save everyone will haunt him. it causes his gut to twist painfully, thoughts of what they could have done running through his mind. Jay has knives, he remembers. if all three of them held the handle and moved at once, then they could. . .]
[. . .]
[no. it's too late for that, isn't it? his hands ball into fists at his sides, and he lifts one to scrub at his face]
But who knows how long it'll be, yeah? It could be another millennia. [he says that weakly] Geez. Out of everyone here, you're the one who deserves to leave the most.
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[ He smiles vaguely, his hands resting against his suit buttons once more. ]
We all have things we must see through. Whether it is another millennia or tomorrow, your role in my story is over. As the pages continue, I will be happy to know this chapter is closed and you're free from its grasp.
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. . .
I'm leaving my board games in the curio shop, okay? All of 'em.
[he manages a small smile, lopsided and tired and sad, but still laced with a grateful fondness]
If you ever have another group of Hunters, play some with them, okay?
[what he ISN'T telling Craftly is that he's also leaving a glossy photograph of him + the other Hunters playing CLUE behind. that'll be a nice little surprise]