the final week

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[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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[scourgingstars]

So did I, Leonard. I got worse, and worse, and you pulled me out of that. All of you did. You grabbed me by my damn collar and forcibly dragged me out of a darkness I was losing everything in.

You've fought this whole time to keep us together. Let yourself rest, just for a little while, and we'll handle it until you can stand on your own.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...

[He wants to say I like how I know you're serious when you call me Leonard or maybe something like I'm a soldier, I keep fighting or what about I'm really tired, I think I'll rest.

He kisses Ardyn instead. That always seems like the best possible response.

Oh, and also:] Can you do that thing again? With the light and the--even if it's just to go back and sleep it off.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn was fairly sure that was a good response to just about anything. He certainly didn't complain, and when they broke apart there was a confident smirk on his face and a pen back in his hand.]

Easily. You don't have to close your eyes--it's just less jarring that way when you aren't accustomed to it.

[Ardyn didn't even bother getting up; he knew this spot had a clear straight line back to where they'd come from, and this time it took barely a glance before he put an arm around Church again and threw the pen back down the hall through the doorway.]

[That rush of motion and faint warmth was still present; if Church kept his eyes open he'd see the world simply lost to a bright magenta flash for the barest fraction of a second. A length of time so small as to hardly be measurable passed, and the two were standing back where they'd started in the rest area.]

[And if he had kept his eyes open, he'd see a dissipating trail of light marking the path they'd taken....and Ardyn with that same glow lingering around him for a second or two more.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He doesn't think of Theta this time, but he does think of trust.

It is disorienting, with the briefest light and suddenly being here, but he's also dealt with teleporters, and those aren't dissimilar. (At least this doesn't make anyone's clothing black.) Still, it's good to have Ardyn's arm around him.

Shit, he is totally the Disney princess of them both. Fuck.

He nuzzles against Ardyn's neck with a sigh.]

If it weren't for all these people, and I wasn't so tired, the things I would do to you right now...

[scourgingstars]

Stop your ridiculous flirting and get some rest. [He said that with a long-suffering sigh that was probably not all that sincere as the last of the red aura dissipated into nothing.]

...We can worry about that later.