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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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My dear son... at last, I will be able to see you again.
[ Other than that, she can be found wandering the shop but never touching anything, her hands kept close to her thin frame. It also seems like she doesn't sleep for some reason, so you can find her walking around the place even in the dead of the night.
On Tuesday, she'll have questions for whoever stands beside her: ]
Where are you going?
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Home.
[ He shifts a little, his coat billowing out in the wind. ]
I have a younger brother. I've made him wait for far too long.
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[ She smiles, the gentleness in her eyes far more evident than before. ]
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... Kind is not a word I would use to describe myself.
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People are sometimes blind to what others see in them.
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His look is still slightly apprehensive, although he dips his head and stands just a little straighter. Pride, or something. Who even knows. ]
And what do you see, Rachel?
[ A challenge. ]
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You are a man of conviction. Your kindness is hidden behind that. You have a vision of how things should be... and you give your absolute all to achieve it.
[ She folds her hands quietly. ]
The worlds need such people like you.
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[ It's a philosophy that he's always subscribed to, throughout his life. Most people weren't as brilliant as he was, weren't as competent as he was, and only a mere handful were as driven as he could be. ]
Perhaps. I've always preferred reaching out with my own two hands and pulling myself into the future.
[ none of this fate and destiny bullshit thing. ]
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[ Satisfied, she folds her hands together. ]