( DEPARTURE )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 42 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. ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[disinterested]

... Now I really wish you'd given me something poisonous.

[disinterested]

I was thinking more that I'd shove it in your mouth.

[Also eww, small talk. He makes a bit of a face.]

... I don't think anyone's going to expect me to be personable.

[disinterested]

Andersen, you're forgetting I was thrown in prison for murder and assault. Everyone already knows I'm a psychotic sociopath.

[BUT FINE, LETTING HIMSELF BE PUSHED AGAIN.]

[disinterested]

All of the present Generals happen to be rather decent people, actually. Why do you think my being arrested and then released was such a big deal?

[...]

I'm not asking them for advice.

[Telling Andersen about his dad was awkward enough?? No one else needs to know.]

[disinterested]

Interior decoration tips for what?

[disinterested]

... Please don't remind me. I'd rather not think about the boring aspects of the job.

[Just!! let him fight!!!]

[disinterested]

I don't think he was thinking that far. He wasn't very smart, after all.

[... Ah. It's still strange, to think about the future he might have—something he gave up on a long time ago, when he realized that he'd lost all interest in life.

So this is what hope is like, huh?]

... Well, in any case, I have my work cut out for me before I can even reach that point. I do have a bad reputation, and only one person vouching for me, let alone in a way that doesn't invoke my father's name.

[And at this point, Girge refuses to use his father's influence to redeem himself. He'll fulfill his contract with Rygart using his own merit.]

[disinterested]

[At that, Girge smiles sadly, though he knows that, perhaps, the time for sadness has passed. For this, at least.]

... Aim not for perfection, huh? If only someone had told me that a long time ago.

[But maybe it's for the better that no one did, and that he turned out the way he has. It's why he didn't simply wish to be a different person; for all of his regrets and for all that he saw his life as pointless, he can't imagine being anyone else.

And this path has led him to the people he has now—Andersen included.]

[disinterested]

[Girge lets out a heh under his breath as he likewise watches the others. He knows he should join them soon; it's strange, though, to think of himself as something similar to them. He'd never really fit in throughout his life, as either "General Baldr's son" or as the convict.]

... I thought you preferred tragedies?

[disinterested]

[Well, that's... something.

When Girge looks at him, he pauses, and—]

... Are you embarrassed?

[Girge shouldn't judge, when he wants to throw himself off a cliff every time he has feelings, but.]

[1/2]

[disinterested]

I can't. You got into mine, so it's only fair I get into yours, isn't it?

[He's not sure if he'll ever really understand (especially since he doesn't freaking know flower language), but...]

[disinterested]

[Well, as fun as it is to tease Andersen, this isn't quite the note he wants to part on. Back home, maybe, but that was when resignation still clung to him like a second skin. (Ah. He really has changed, hasn't he? It's almost amusing.)

Two words. He can say that much, right?

It's Girge's turn to be awkward now, as he looks away. He takes in a quiet breath. Then, finally, he speaks.]

... I'm sorry.

[It's what he's wanted to say to his father for a while now. If he's going to learn how to apologize, he might as well start with this.]

[disinterested]

Oh, no. I refuse to apologize for that.

[And it'd be so easy to fall back to that, but he reminds himself that he can't continue to run away. It was his ruin one; not again.]

... I won't say I'm happy with what you did that week, as I don't think I ever really will be. [...] But I wasn't exactly thinking, "You know, I hope Andersen gets damned with eternal life in this place" either.

[He was the one who told the Hunters about the caveat to begin with. Maybe, one way or another, Andersen would have been the one to take the deal. Maybe he wouldn't have. There's no way to know now.

But Girge knows that he himself could have taken it, if it weren't for the fact that eternity would be torture for him.]