( 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]

[Dimly, it occurs to Girge that this is probably not how he should try communicating with his father.]

That's a loaded question, Andersen.

[He smiles wryly, extending his hand to him.]

[disinterested]

[And then Girge slams Andersen to the ground.



No, just kidding, he pulls him up.]

No. [Yes, kind of.] I just felt like doing that.

[He glances at the book he holds. He has nothing to give Andersen in return, beyond a typewriter that turned out to be useless, but...]

[disinterested]

[Yep, shoving Andersen again. :/]

I can't believe you, of all people, are saying that.

[disinterested]

[Kicking him in an attempt to trip him up... though at least he's not putting much effort into this.]

In case you've forgotten, I've had to revise my opinion of you several times this past week. [Just. Pointing that out. (He's still a little bitter.)] I hold no expectations other than that you're a rambling moron.

[disinterested]

No, because whatever they have to say would be even more annoying.

[At least Andersen's an asshole, except for when he's not.

... And there's something Girge needs to say to him, though he's procrastinating on it, especially what with Andersen making him feel awkward every time he gets serious??]

[disinterested]

[No, the masochist is definitely you, Andersen.

Girge's quiet for a while, likewise watching the others, but he's not quite willing to jump right into what he wants to say, and so instead he starts off with something simpler.]

... Going to miss any of them?

[disinterested]

...

[Girge pauses, making a bit of a face, as he figures out how to say this.]

Well, some of these idiots are probably going to bother me anyway, but aside from that... I suppose there's one.

[disinterested]

[Uh, it's definitely not Tsurugi, thanks.]

Take a guess.

[disinterested]

... You're right in that I don't usually miss people who use me as part of their plots.

[There's an unspoken but at the end of that sentence, as he, again, tries to come up with the right words.]

[disinterested]

Are you sure? Maybe I would've burned it.

... Well, I'm just joking. [He's not that cruel. Maybe.] I would say I'd like to read one, but that might give you too much of an ego boost.

[disinterested]

[He scoffs.]

And use it as a guide for future rituals as to how Prophets should not act?

[disinterested]

Aplomb.

[What the hell does "you played your part with aplomb" even mean.]

What about Tsurugi? Will you be taking inspiration from him?

[He should just. Say what he means to say, but.]