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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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[Does... He want her to start calling him Bakura-san again? Misunderstanding until the end... But when he reaches for her hand, she instinctively shifts hers so that she can lace their fingers together.
It's probably not that he thinks she's been too forward. Otherwise, he wouldn't be reaching for her.]
Of course I came to see you. You're... [Important enough to her that, for a time, the destinations on their tickets had been identical. Hers has changed, though; as torn as she is, she can't leave her world behind any more than he can.
She can't ask him to leave his, either.] ...you're important to me.
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Anyway... ]
I thought you might be eager to go home. I wouldn't blame you if you just wanted to leave. [ He's smiling sheepishly, but he also inches a bit closer to her. It's a little awkward, but, look. Let him live. ]
But you're... important to me too. I'm really glad I get to see you again.
[ For the last time.
His voice gets smaller, as he forces these words out: ] I'm gonna miss you.
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Yukina's cheeks warm with a blush as she thinks back. She's about 95% sure she knows exactly what he's referring to when he says that, but she's about as awkward as he is when it comes to this sort of thing, and her gaze drops to their feet as he inches closer. She shuffles a little closer to him in return, and once she's gone still, looks back up at his face.]
...I couldn't just go. I sort of feel like I have to see this through to the end.
[She's not staying behind, but the least she can do is make sure that everyone - except Andersen, of course - gets where they're going.]
I...
[Her heart clenches uncomfortably.]
...I'll miss you too... Ryou-kun.
[It's fine, isn't it? If he didn't want her to call him Bakura-san, and he was getting on her for using -san before... even if it's too forward, this is the last time they'll see each other.
So... it's fine.]
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Just don't change your mind or miss or bus, okay? You should go home too.
[ He's looking down at her - despite his gentle expression, he's still a little sad. Or rather, bittersweet. Because this is over, and they're going back to where they belong. They're moving forward as they should be, and they'll be safe, but.
It's over. ]
Do you want a souvenir? [ A beat. ] Ah, probably not...
[ He can't help that he likes weird shit MORE KEYCHAINS FOR HIM, THEN. ]
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Don't change your mind. You should go home.
Ah, that's it, isn't it? She's sort of glad she'd already settled on going back to her own world - if her ticket had read Domino City at this moment, it would have been an inconvenience to him.]
Mm, I'll go home. [She has to, after all; there are still things to accomplish.
...but, a souvenir...
She doesn't answer for a moment, but then her hand comes up to her neck, and she eases the string of her necklace up and over her head. ...if he wants her to go home, then will he even accept this? ...but at the same time, the thought of him going, and forgetting about her someday...]
I think I have everything I need to take with me, but... would you accept this? [A beat, and she looks down at her feet.] ...to... remember me by. Um, you don't have to...
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I don't want you to forget me either.
[ It hurts more thinking that she very well could; anyone else, it's something he's learned to let go and accept it. But not her. Not the one girl he finally formed a connection with. ]
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[She's not sure she ever could. Leaving the kiss aside (though that, and everything that led up to it, is certainly memorable), you never really forget the first person you've killed.
With a small smile, she pulls the bootlegged Pokemon deck out of her sleeve.]
These will remind me of you. We were going to adapt them so we could play Duel Monsters together, right? ...I'd never forget that.