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the final week
[Eight weeks. Eight weeks of friendship and love, death and loss, hope and despair all muddled together in a cocktail that's too sweet on the tongue and leaves an acid-y pit in the stomach. With nine of them left (ten counting their dear but lone surviving host), things look darker than ever. Come Sunday morning the last of the Champions missing memories will be returned to them while they sleep. For some of them this will reveal answers, for others it might just be a fate worse than death. They could even be death.
But how does the song go? "It's always darkest before the dawn"?
There are no announcements from PAL this week. Not even morning and evening announcements.
Sunday Monday Tuesday
[ooc: Welcome to endgame, everyone! We're all very proud of you for making it all the way to the end. As you can see this is going to be a short IC week but we promise things will not be going down until this weekend (7/7-7/9). On Tuesday we'll be unveiling the OOC post for what to expect during the final investigation. There is no official AC this week, just a check-in and as mentioned above characters will be at their true canon points on Sunday morning.
Buckle up, kids, the ride's not over yet.]
But how does the song go? "It's always darkest before the dawn"?
There are no announcements from PAL this week. Not even morning and evening announcements.
[ooc: Welcome to endgame, everyone! We're all very proud of you for making it all the way to the end. As you can see this is going to be a short IC week but we promise things will not be going down until this weekend (7/7-7/9). On Tuesday we'll be unveiling the OOC post for what to expect during the final investigation. There is no official AC this week, just a check-in and as mentioned above characters will be at their true canon points on Sunday morning.
Buckle up, kids, the ride's not over yet.]
SUNDAY
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However what it does come with is the delicious and undeniable smell of breakfast. Coffee and...something, sweet and cinnamony, filling the air.]
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Which means Nari will suspiciously look into the dining room. What will she find?]
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FINAL MEMORY REGAIN SLEEPOVER
We all know what comes next. Even after all that we have remembered, I'm sure we've still things left forgotten.
Gather in the third floor rest area tonight. Sheathe your resentment and frustrations, so that we all might better draw them as a blade against those who truly deserve it--those who orchestrated this, and the AI that put it into motion.
Whatever our memories may bring tonight, we need not face them alone. Not one of us is alone, and I refuse to allow anyone to believe otherwise. Nishitani and Queenie both loved us as family, and this family will not break any further.
When we awake and confront our realities, we will each of us be there for the others. When one should stumble, nine more will pull them back to their feet, and we'll meet this next week together.
(Yes, nine. You are one of us, Diver.)
I'll see you there.
-Ardyn
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[Junpei himself seems to be busy around the pool today, though he's left the door to Room 8 wide open.]
Locked to whoever, for whatever reason, might choose to investigate Finn's bed in Room 8:
[Anyone messing with Finn's duvet this morning might notice something... odd about it. A strange weight in the middle of it, or rustling that sounds more like sheets of paper than sheets of silk.
Taking the duvet cover off reveals that someone cut open the duvet within. Inside are weeks' worth of paper notes, all written in clear, collegiate handwriting that hasn't been seen in this mansion in quite some time. It's not Finn's tiny handwriting, that's for sure.]
THE REVENGE OF THE RETURN OF PANTY CLAUS
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Re: 14.
15. i can't believe i almost forgot
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Meeting Time
Queenie is standing at the head of the table, balanced confidently on a chair to put her above the others. She grins, waves her wand, and Kip's robe melts away to leave her in a silvery pink dress.]
ALright alright... I know everyone's got lotsa questions so lets just... start at the beginning.
I don't know what happened on your end but I went from the courtroom, with all of you, to a... [Nose wrinkle.] a real little room? More like a cell really. I dunno what he did but PAL didn' wanna see me dead. We talked a little... he told me he's done. No more murder, no more fightin... he can't get us outta here but he ain' gonna make us play the game anymore.
He gave me a choice... run away with him. [She looks a little sheepish and kind of shrugs, offers Clarith a tilt of her head. Really what can you do when a murderous AI has a crush on you?] Or come back to you and "await rescue".
I know most of us gave up on that idea an awful long time ago but... I don't think he'd have put it on the table unless it were a possibility. And-
And he's staying here. With us. You can be as mad as you want but anyone says something bad about him and I'll jink your tongue out of your mouth so fast your head will spin.
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Re: Meeting Time
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LET'S HAVE A FUCKING WEDDING OR THREE - the idea
Please meet me in the first floor foyer. There's something I want to do.
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When people arrive, she's sitting up at the top of the stairs, so she can stand over people and project easier. And she seems to have some kind of idea brewing. ]
...I want, before anything else, to do something. I want to offer my services as a nun. Not for something sad this time, but for something happy. For those who choose it, I would like to marry them. I think... We could all do with some joy in our lives. A celebration of the love and kinship we've found. So... Who wants to have a wedding?
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While he's doing his dumb manly brooding, he's also going to sort through his regain shit to see if he's gotten anything good and maybe see what shit he can add to a yard sard.
...Some of the newest items are very suggestive. Lingerie? Really? What's this cloth? And hey about that cake...etc etc.]
1/3
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3/3
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Sleepover~
She doesn't remember what happened, there's a few fragments that don't make sense, pieces that she can't place the context for. Maybe that's enough to give her a subconscious idea that she doesn't want to be in the particular side Tani had been found in but she was here, cuddled up with her wampus plushie whose colors had darkened, leaving him as a dark silver tabby instead of ginger. And now there was a pink silk tie around his neck.
But the doors to the rest area are thrown open, jars of bluebell flames acting as a sort of nightlight while she reads by wandlight. Clearly winding down for bed and anyone who cares to join her is welcome to.
Now if only she could find her place in this book.]
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late but necessary
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MONDAY
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[But all things considered, when Monday rolled around Ardyn seemed in reasonably good spirits; the occasional blank looks and general distant stares seemed mostly under control as he went to the kitchen early in the morning. It occasionally registered as strange that he had to actually eat and sleep again--memories of living so long otherwise tended to make one forget--but heaven forbid he fail to take advantage of the others' cooking.]
[For most of the afternoon, Ardyn was in the dance studio. The glass vase with its flowers was set outside the door (it seemed a waste to risk damaging it) and his black coat was left draped over the bar with Luscinia perched beside it.]
[Ardyn himself would be standing at one end of the hall, taking careful aim at an invisible target...and then throwing an ordinary pen like it was a knife or a dart. Normal enough, until the next fraction of a second when he disappeared in an outline and trail of bright red light, reappearing only a few feet away and catching the pen out of midair.]
[He'd glance back at where he'd come from every time, as though evaluating the vanishing trail left behind. Ardyn went back and forth that same way four or five throws at a time, and whenever he stopped he was out of breath but confident in whatever results he was looking for.]
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