( 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]

[For a long moment, Girge stares, speechless. Not that he didn't already know, in some form, but hearing it said explicitly is... something else.

During that moment, he does nothing.








And then he thwaps Andersen in the head with his book because he still doesn't know how to handle feelings.]

[disinterested]

[They're dealing with this well.]

I asked you to repeat yourself, not elaborate!

[disinterested]

[Wow?? He only thwapped you once??

But if Andersen's going to keep elbowing him, Girge'll push him away and try to keep him at arm's length.]

You arrogant little prick...

[Said the pot to the kettle.]

[disinterested]

[That's exactly why he's doing this instead of just punching Andersen in the face.]

I don't know about that. In terms of presence, not a lot of people can compare to you.

[What with the speeches and setting things on fire.]

[disinterested]

[Girge will remove his hand, then, though he's still prepared in case Andersen tries again.]

Jealous?

[disinterested]

Well, you're pretty strange, so I can't answer that with perfect confidence.

[disinterested]

Why not use your height to your advantage? You're the opposite of physically intimidating, so people are more likely to let their guard down around you.

[Girge, re: anything: "okay but how can you use this to screw people over."]

[disinterested]

... Learn to pilot? Ah, but I guess you don't really need to fight anymore, so it's a moot point. [a beat] Well, if you're going to be a host from now on, I'm sure you can just make sure that every room is stocked with footstools.

[Girge is not helping.]

[disinterested]

[Listen, fighting is the first thing that Girge defaults to??? What is not fighting.]

I can see her denying that request out of spite.

... Though if you really do want a few inches, I probably have some leftover... merit, if you can call it that, thanks to altering most of my incentives.

[disinterested]

[He made one normal human relationship?? He just happened to die for the guy literally one day later.]

It's not like I'm using it. If I don't come up with anything by my departure, it'll just go to waste.

[disinterested]

I can be creative when it involves killing people?

[disinterested]

Says the one who can't say ten words without reminding everyone of his occupation.

Besides, I never expected to do anything beyond my specialization.

[disinterested]

[... Ha. Adapting—outside of a combat situation—isn't something he's done a great job of in his life, but that's the point, isn't it? To try, even though it won't be easy.]

Do you have to sound so pleased about that?