the final week

[airlockedmods]

[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.]

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[airlockedmods]

[Sunday morning bright and early comes with no morning announcement from PAL.

However what it does come with is the delicious and undeniable smell of breakfast. Coffee and...something, sweet and cinnamony, filling the air.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Wwwhhhat the fuck. No. He's going to follow his nose right to the source because what even, actually.]

[goteachother]

[Junpei might be forgiven for thinking he's seeing a ghost because there in the kitchen, sipping a mug of fresh coffee while french toast merrily flips itself on the griddle beside her is none other than Queenie. Still snuggled up in the pink fluffy robe of Kip's that she'd been wearing at the trial and possibly humming an all too familiar tune by now.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

?!?! WHAT??!?!?

[THIS IS NOT A GAGTAG]

[everylittlesecret]

[ Let's investigate that smell!

Which means Nari will suspiciously look into the dining room. What will she find?]

[goteachother]

[Hmmm it looks like some french toast has already been laid out in the dining room, still as warm as ever despite how long it might have been.

Warming charms are great for that y'know?]

[everylittlesecret]

..... What the fuck.

[She will carefully approach and pick a piece up, wiggling it in the air.]

Are you safe.

[scourgingstars]

[god fuck this satan shit the insomnian needs coffee]

[goteachother]

[There's plenty more in the pot, she hasn't drank all of it yet.]

[scourgingstars]

...

. . .

[So you know who has illusion magic? You know who's used illusion magic specifically to fuck with people?]

...You're not real. What are you.

[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith is probably dragged to the dining room and kitchen area so she could eat. She doesn't look happy, and indeed looks as miserable as always since Queenie's execution. ]

[goteachother]

[And whoever does the dragging gets stopped and then there's a Queenie hugging her, holding onto her.]

You were right, honey... Ya did good.

[desperateprayer]

[ ...Queenie's alive. Queenie's alive. Clarith is frozen for a few minutes before she wraps her arms around Queenie and breaks down sobbing with relief. Sorry, Queenie. She's been going since Friday thinking she screwed up and her doing anything would amount to nothing, but... ]

...Thank you.

[ She's making sure to look up at the nearest camera through her tears. ]

[myocordial]

[Well everyone else is going here, so he's just gonna come along as well.]

[goteachother]

[Oh goodness, finally one of her boys. You sir are getting latched onto and kissed within an inch of your life. She has never been so grateful to be able to hold someone again.]

[myocordial]

[......

eeeeeeeeex-fucking-cuse him?]

I...

Wh...

[Heart is not often rendered speechless, but um. Yeah, this is doing the trick.]

How...

[serrata]

[ ... well if everyone else is coming to get coffee and cinnamon-y food then sure, Yuuri's here for breakfast too. Maybe someone got up early and made them something to put in their faces? ]

[goteachother]

[Well she definitely got up early... but all you Japanese folks have tea awaiting you as well.]

[serrata]

... wh... what is...

[ No. No, this has to be a dream. Any moment now she's going to wake up in the rest area with everyone sleeping around her and she'll blink away tears, sit up with an ache in her chest and look around at the few Champions they have left.

Her mouth makes soundless shapes. She's terrified of speaking and chasing this illusion away.

But then, in a raspy whisper: ]

... Queenie-san?

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna takes a while to arrive. She's woken up to a bit of a shock this morning. Eventually, though, she makes her way to the kitchen to find out what all the commotion is.]

[goteachother]

[And she will find herself immediately wrapped up in a hug. And possibly with her girlfriend in tow so they can all three hug it out.]

[theundertaker]

[...something smells suspiciously delicious on a Sunday morning and she's not sure if she should trust it or not,

Time to?? Investigate???]

[goteachother]

[Time to... get hugs???

Or maybe assist with the Nari situation over here. Maybe telling the girlfriend that you didn't clean up her body the other day will help?]

[shikosuki]

[ Breakfast...?

He's still in a grumpy mood and wonders if he's just imagining things, so he goes to check who it is making it ]

[goteachother]

[Surely there's only one person that can make something that smells that good.

And there's definitely only one person that can float food out to the table. Do be careful not to upset that platter of french toast floating by, okay Choro?]