( 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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[fauxtetsu]

[ Nagasone lets go, rubbing at his eyes. ]

It feels so pointless now, I think I hate that the most out of this. If I had told you what happened, and how that "greater good" kind of plan was used on me by the Hunters and I fell for it... Ah, it doesn't matter, now.

[ The greatest mercy of that curio shop is that they have his death print before he was chopped up. It was shoved in his jacket pocket, only to slip out from the hug. He holds onto it, with the image facing away. ]

... If you had the slightest bit of doubt towards me the fourth week, I would have been executed. It's a small thing, but I was able to do something for my family with the incentives I earned the week after. I'm grateful.

[ He helped the group offucks who tried to get him executed. There's so much irony to that. ]

[18x0]

[She turns around to face him, smiling gently.]

It wouldn't really have made that much of a difference even if you had told me. After all, I already knew what the Hunters were doing at that point.

[And she reaches out to touch his arm.]

The important thing is we managed to help each other in this game. Despite everything, in the end it all turned out mostly okay.

[fauxtetsu]

Ah. Yes, it did. You have somewhere important to be, and you can go there with a smile.

[ Finally, it feels okay to smile too. ]

...In the grand scheme of things, I had some pretty unfortunate choices in friends. But I had you, and you know what you were doing.

[18x0]

It's not like I didn't make any mistakes either, you know. There's no way to handle everything in a game like this perfectly.

[She didn't know what she was doing nearly as much as she would have liked. It still stings a little that she spent most of the game with no idea about what was actually going on.]

Thank you for everything, Nagasone. We'll keep in touch after this, right?

[fauxtetsu]

Yes, of course! I hope you don't mind me talking about my friends and my job.

[ He could understand that sting. Room 119, the room that didn't know (but also, they did the murder). ]

Uh, I'm not sure how a telegram works but it's what we got.