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.]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

[hey if you thought you were getting away with this sans reply you are mistaken

because your grown-ass boyfriend in slinky lingerie is going to slink up with a drink and a wink

you can't embarrass him worse than he embarrasses himself he told you this]

[scourgingstars]

You look like an idiot.

[the funny thing about having lived for 2000 years doing all kinds of evil shit, shame kind of ends up going out the window at some point]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Sure do! And there is a definite draft in this shit. But Choro's doing a thing, I got this in the dumbwaiter, gotta stick up for a bro.

[scourgingstars]

The extent of camaraderie is truly an astounding thing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh like you're really complaining.

[scourgingstars]

Complaining? Oh, perish the very thought. Questioning your sanity, however, that I am doing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Sounds like something that happens every single day to me.

[scourgingstars]

Then you should be very much accustomed to it, shouldn't you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

And you should be used to my ridiculous shenaniganry.

[scourgingstars]

Oh, but if I become accustomed to it then life just gets boring without the occasional surprise.

[motherfucking_ghost]

True, I wouldn't want you to start being able to predict my shenanigans.

[scourgingstars]

'Predictable' is something I doubt you could be even if you tried.

[motherfucking_ghost]

The predictable part is where I remind you that you can take this off me later.

[scourgingstars]

...Your priorities remain astounding.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You were thinking about it.

[scourgingstars]

I was very assuredly not, Church. I thought Queenie was the mind reader here.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well if you weren't thinking about getting me out of it, maybe you were thinking about keeping me in it.

[scourgingstars]

I assure you that I was not entertaining the thought whatsoever.

[motherfucking_ghost]

See? You weren't thinking of me staying in it, so at the very least you're totally thinking of me out of it, so I win either way.

[scourgingstars]

[deadpan:] You've cornered me with your utterly ironclad logic. Clearly, I have suffered a decisive and complete loss.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I can slip into something more comfortable if you want...