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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[misanthropicprinciple]

[A year. Three games. All his memories are back, memories of maybe a thousand histories, and not once--not once has anyone ever told him there was no more fighting to be done.

The dam breaks for real, and, sobbing, he practically picks her up with how close he's holding her. A miracle.]

You're alive!

[goteachother]

[Hearing him break like this when he's been so strong hurts. But it's a good hurt, a kind of relief at the end of the war.]

I am... and so are you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

We--we all--Clarith, and, and...

[He was so sure, the moment he touched Nishitani's body, that there would be another. Another and another, because once they start to drop, that means they've lost, they're going to fail, except then in the Decision Game they'd needed people to die in order to open the door, but then that wasn't the answer at all, and this place is different, and

Queenie Goldstein is alive.]

I messed up your room...

[goteachother]

Clarith knew what she was doing.

[More pets and cuddles and kisses to his hair. It's okay. Everything is finally going to be okay.]

My room? Honey... I don't care about a stupid room. [Besides... magic, hello.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[This is really quite nice but he has to disentangle himself, wiping at his face and trying to get himself under control.]>

She was so upset, she thought she--she thought she killed you, Queenie, you gotta--!