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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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... Did that poison permanently damage your brain, by any chance?
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Nah. I can tell you that I'm perfectly within my right mind, and that every word I've said up until now was sincere.
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Do you really think I'm in any position to condemn that role?
[considering the choices he and the Hunters made throughout the game]
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[his gaze flickers down, because Girge is right. murder is murder, no matter the intentions]
. . . maybe things would've been different, if we hadn't approached you after figuring out who you were. And yeah-- I can't agree with everything you've done. I won't agree with it.
But. . .
[tilts his head up again]
You helped us, knowing that we were doing what we wanted to do in order to rescue everyone. Some part of you. . . must've agreed with our goal, right?
So I don't think you're an awful person.
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[Girge just stares, a little bewildered. While Kaito's not wrong, in that part of Girge agreed with the Hunters' goal, and Girge knew that Kaito probably cared to some degree if he kept bothering with board games...
It's still bizarre, to hear it explicitly.]
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[SHOUNEN?? SHOUNEN!!]
So keep in touch, all right? And maybe one day, we'll meet again to play a real game of Risk.
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[NOT COMPLETELY CONVINCED THERE'S NO BRAIN DAMAGE.]