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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 |
jesse i am going to type the entire plot of zero escape here 4 u
I told you that my parents died when I was young, right? I was five years old. My big brother Aoi raised me from that point on. We were poor, but we were happy together, with him taking care of me and doing his best to give me everything I wanted.
I was a lonely child - I wasn't bullied or anything, but I wasn't very good at making friends. Most of my peers thought I was weird and avoided me. But... in middle school, there was a boy in my class called Junpei. For some reason, he actually wanted to spend time with me. He even partnered up with me to take care of the school's rabbit hutch.
...One day, though, we came to school to find that someone had killed all the rabbits. I don't think I'd ever cried so hard in my life, not even when my parents died. I loved those animals, and couldn't imagine how anyone could be so cruel as to hurt them.
Jumpy - um, Junpei - promised he'd help me find out who did it. We spent our entire summer vacation coming to the animal pens every night to see if the murderer would return to the scene of the crime. Eventually, we found out it was a group of 8th graders. Jumpy got into a fight with them - he lost, of course. But later that day, we sat on a hill watching the sunset together and promised to remember each other even though we were going to different schools. He gave me a doll to remember him by.
[She smiles at the memory and catches her breath. This was just the prologue for a story that's going to get very strange and complicated.]
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Later that year, my brother and I were kidnapped along with sixteen other children. The people behind our capture were a company called Cradle Pharmaceuticals. They performed a number of experiments on our ability to tap into the morphogenetic field - something that might more commonly be called "telepathy" or "being psychic."
The most significant of the experiments was the Nonary Game. We were split into two groups and put in two different locations - group Q in a building in Nevada, group A onboard a sinking ship. We were given nine hours to make our way through a series of puzzle rooms and complete the game before the ship sunk. Group Q were to solve the puzzles in their game and then use the morphogenetic field to transmit the answers to their siblings in group A in order to save them. The game was personally overseen by the Cradle CEO himself, Gentarou Hongou.
Thanks to the help of a police detective who'd infiltrated the ship, we almost managed to escape in time... but I was captured by Hongou. He forced me into an incinerator, where I had to solve a particular puzzle before being burned to death. I don't know if he wanted to see me use the field, or if he just wanted to watch me die. He was enough of a monster for either to be possible.
[She swallows and closes her eyes. Remembering this is bad enough on a good day, but after yesterday it hurts even more.]
The morphogenetic field extends across all time, to every possible future and past. I... have the unique ability to see and experience those possible worlds. In a countless number of them, I burned. But in this one, I was saved. Nine years in my future, Junpei was also standing in an incinerator, looking at the same puzzle as I was. Thanks to our strong emotional connection, he was able to transmit the answer to me.