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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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he doesn't know what to do with this -- with any of it. these were the feelings he stowed away, long, long ago. but when andersen beckons him over, percival's body begins to move on its own. his heart steps forward and not his mind.
two arms are wrapped around all of them, pulling them into a large, wholesome embrace. for the first time in years...after 20 years, something begins to well in percival's eyes. he prays that no one notices -- or at least speaks on it.
but andersen forfeited so much for his sake. just like his mother, he's given away his life for his. he couldn't forget that, even if he took a scrubbrush to his mind. he could never.
it hurts to know he'll have to leave. but it heals some part of him to know that he was able to love and be loved, even in these times. ]
Thank you. Till we meet again.
[ is all he can muster. ]
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for some reason, she can't help but laugh. she keeps laughing and laughing and wiggling around while pulled into their hug, happy to be this close to other people after so long. to her beloved friends. she can't even say anything, because who cared about words? right now, she was sure.. for the first time in so long. she was sure that she was happy. they didn't just dull her pain. they made her feel wanted and loved.
and now, wreathed in their embrace, her only wish was to see the sun come up together. if anyone asked, she'd say she was the biggest pessimist she'd ever met, but somehow.. she just knows they'll see each other again. so she isn't worried. she just wanted to relish the time they had together.
as.. a family, maybe. ]
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to see them is seeing her sister free from ice, is the feeling of being faster when flying with the wind, is song and flock returning to each other. it doesn't matter whose shoulder she buries her face into, but this embrace is a promise. she's heard stories of souls tied together across realms, and usually this is reserved for lovers. but perhaps it can simply be true for those you care about enough that a realm is an idea to be passed through with enough force.
right now, she doesn't feel angry, bitter, anything like that. something pulled taut allowed to finally relax, and her not caring how many laws it might step on to care for a human like this. she understands why someone would let go of powers they held for a thousand years to revive a soul, and if Quer's eyes sting a bit - they can pretend that didn't happen.
when she's gone colder, when her heart doesn't beat in her chest anymore, when she doesn't bleed anymore, she hopes that they can hold each other like this, and maybe magic will be made again to restore all of this.]
Soon. See you soon.