( 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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CRAFTLY

[abhoth]

[For the last time, residents will find Craftly manning the front desk. He will later move to the parking lot to see each resident off as they leave.]

[intolerable]

Hey.

You weren't so bad after all. Sorry for bleeding on you.

FOR THOSE STAYING

[abhoth]

[ At the front desk there will be a faceless man attempting to offer unique once in your lifetime eternal "timeshare" packages. The brochure explains incentives and eternal servitude to the Unclean at the low low price of your soul. He would mime out for twenty minutes to try and convince you to stay or at least, agree to facilitate. There's no promise of where you will end up but it seems by the brochure that the risk may be worth it. ]

INCENTIVES

[abhoth]

[ Once the timeshare speeches are over, the front desk will have new glossy request cards. In this card, characters will rate their service per usual, but... instead? This is where they cash in their incentives. Feel free to include multiple incentive wishes onto your card and drop it in the bucket! Thank you for choosing the Innsmouth Motel. ]

<b>Name:</b> <b>What is your incentive(s):</b> <b>What do you rate our service:</b> ★★★★☆

[lohengrins]

We're coming back for you, you know.

[perceptions]

[Mira is staying. She made up her mind on week three, and hasn't felt inclined to change since.

So when the faceless men bring her ticket, she holds onto it for a while just in case. Maybe she'll get the wild idea to change? Yet no matter how much time passes, it remains blank even when the buses begin to arrive. No surprise, but it is what it is. She's just waiting for everyone to get lost so her and the Unclean can tear shit up.

In any case, she's in the lobby with a bottle of wine she stole out of the lounge and a framed picture of her execution. It's in glossy color, her organs sputtering out, Jake hunched over, and it's kind of ugly looking but she'll keep it for ~memories~.

...And in the nearest trash can in the lobby, you may see the discarded hearts she had ripped out since they aren't good anymore. She just dumped them out... don't ask...]

[perceptions]

[She's just chuckling to the side.]

You should be nicer to the faceless men. Considering they're subordinates of yours now.

[abhoth]

No need to apologize, miss. You were not the first to bleed out on me, and I suspect you will not be the last

[intolerable]

...

If I stayed, would I be allowed to finally have my powers back?

[abhoth]

[He shakes his head.]

No one but the facilitators can enter this realm twice, Percival.

[abhoth]

No, but it's quite in character I suppose.

[lohengrins]

The Unclean isn't that special, Craftly.

But believe what you will. I look forward to seeing the expression you'll make when the time comes.

Re: CRAFTLY

[18x0]

Thank you for everything, Craftly. It's a shame we never spoke all that much, but I appreciated what little conversation we had.

[godly]

I should at least thank you for all the late-night chats we had, over dinner. At least they weren't boring.

[intolerable]

You don't think I'm going to leave you alone, do you?

[perceptions]

You flatter me. [She snorts, not really considering herself in the same manner.] Poor things, you're going to run them ragged. Too bad they won't be able to play songs on the kazoo for you.

[lohengrins]

So you've made your decision. I didn't expect anything less, I suppose.

[ with a fold of his arms, he concludes that mira will be mira until the end. ]

What are you thinking, exactly?

[intolerable]

Witches refuse to hold onto debts for their entire lives. You traded your life for mine. If I stay and see this through until the end, until you're home, I'll have repaid you.

Don't worry about me... serving in a place like this is something a witch has to go through. And I won't be able to kill Mother without being close to her.