( 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]

[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.]

[disinterested]

Really? By the Unclean's standards, he probably did rather well, what with all his kills. In comparison, I was pretty lazy.

[Though he can't say he regrets his relatively few kills. It makes it easier to feel as though there's still hope for him—that he can go back home and face his father properly.]

judges

[disinterested]

[Wow, he didn't ask you to get all poetic, Andersen.]

Well, give or take a few exceptions, whether or not anyone here agrees is irrelevant to me.

But I would hope that you enjoy it, seeing as how you're the one who insisted on it.

[Consider it an entreaty.]

[disinterested]

[Girge doesn't entirely know what to do with Andersen's happiness, but.]

You almost didn't. I considered dying during that trial partly out of spite.

[He pauses, and then, his tone a tad softer:]

... But thank you.

[For, well. Convincing him to live.]

[disinterested]

[Andersen's reaction is precisely why Girge procrastinated on this.]

... You know, I considered making a request to the Unclean—if I were to die again, to be brought to whatever ritual you were overseeing.

But I thought that might be... unpleasant for the both of us.

[Still, for all of Girge's bitterness, the idea of seeing Andersen again was... appealing?

In the end, this is a part of what it means to want to live, he supposes.]

[disinterested]

[Girge doesn't see any happiness for himself either. At the next end of his life, he doesn't think he'll want to return to a ritual to kill.]

Oh, it was tempting to ignore you. Like I said, though... only an idiot makes the same mistake twice.

[He'd refused to speak to his father; even refused to deliver a final message through Loggin. It'd seemed the right choice before, when he accepted that their relationship was beyond salvaging, but...

Well. As uncomfortable as this discussion is, Girge knows that this is the last chance he and Andersen will ever have.]

Really? Even though you couldn't get rid of me fast enough that one night you were drunk as hell?

[disinterested]

You were more entertaining when alive and not drunk.

[disinterested]

That had better not be a suggestion to me. [a beat] It's also a little concerning to think about you being left with no supervision, but I guess there's nothing to be done about that.

[disinterested]

Being a drunkard would make piloting very difficult.

[And fighting was, at least, the one thing he enjoyed in life, so.]

I am a little impressed that you didn't trip and fall down the stairs.