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THE FINALE

SURVIVORS: 22 ♫

The Manager has been sealed away. All of you are really, truly here, and the hell you've endured for the past three weeks is finally over. No more trials, no more motives. No more death.

The sky is clear, now, sunny as ever. While that may still seem suspicious, the ocean is calm and there are birds (including seagulls) in the sky. The resort is intact, but everything seems to have finally settled down. The dreadful feeling is no more -- unless you're feeling it on your own volition -- and the only thing that seems to stand between you and freedom is the boat you once arrived here on. It is docked, waiting to be ridden once more. It's not leaving for a while yet, but when you board the ship, each of you will be presented with a blank ticket, one that will reflect your final destination, whether it be your own home or someone else's. The choice is yours.

Now would be a good time to say your farewells. Whether or not you'll meet again is unknown, but perhaps someday, your paths will collide once more.

The shard, wherever it now lies, still pulses faintly with energy.

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[catarou]

[ ...

It's bittersweet, really. Gentaro can't say he would do this again, but there is something to be said about the unlikely bonds he's forged here. Still, Gentaro is very anxious to get back to Shibuya.

... Three weeks he's been gone. Part of him is afraid that he'll go back to something truly terrible, but... he has time to say his farewells to those who have accompanied him on this journey. ]

... Quite an experience, wasn't it?

[unprincelike]

[ So much has happened in such a short amount of time and Yuki knows that he still has yet to process all of it, but right now? He’s happy.

He stands out on the beach, looking at the ocean. He turns to anyone nearby with a smile. ]

We made it.

[hacktivated]

[ Penny is just gazing out at the ocean for now, apparently lost in thought. But not so lost in thought that she doesn't notice someone nearby. When she does, she turns to smile at them, though the expression is a touch melancholy. ]

I suppose we will be saying farewell soon.

[downtowndance]

[ Everyone is back. Everyone is fine, more or less. So this should be the happiest time to catch Tylor, but it isn't. The ticket in his hand doesn't feel real, heavy with the implications of what he would return to and the possibilities. In his other arm is the clothing he arrived in, clutched a little too tightly. Catching him at the right time, he can be found staring at the blank ticket with uncharacteristic melancholy, though it's very brief.

Of course, that feeling doesn't last too long. If he notices them first, his smile is back as and genuine easy as ever. Whether he actually told them or not-- ]

See? I told you it would be okay. Everything works itself out in the end.

[hypnosismaik]

[ Well, the Master is back, and his twelve (now even more hypnotized) goose disciples are back in the gooseflesh too. He's just kind of stealing glances at Kaeya from time to time, wondering whether this just undid his sacrifice... and also frowning at those seagulls, though he isn't really sure why.

But he'll give a pleasant smile to anyone who looks his way. ]

Well, this was certainly something.

[vinsangeros]

[Alcina can be found sitting down somewhere on the ship, tending to the wound that No-Face so rudely gave her. By this point though, it has mostly closed up on its own, leaving behind only the torn clothing and blood from the initial bite. Good thing her regenerative abilities kicked back in at the right time.

Her ticket is at her side, closely guarded. Part of her is in a rush to get back home, but she's at the mercy of the boat right now, so she supposes she doesn't mind waiting just a little bit longer.]

[attritional]

I don't think I ever want to see another--

[ Remember the goose that stole your salt bag? It's back. Probably hid among the Master's goose cult. It honks and stares at Iria from next to her feet.

...

She feeds it a piece of lettuce. ]

[daimakaicho]

[ For probably a few minutes or so, Hild stands off to the side of the group, her eyes closed as she seems relatively distracted by something, but it generally passes before long, as she catches sight of anyone who happens to approach her or make eye contact. ]

I really am grateful for the support back there. I'm not sure I'd have been able to handle that on my own. [ She grins, pushing some hair back as she slides into a hover-sit for the first time in what feels like ages, settling the sword she had grabbed from the Manager and laying it across her lap. ]

So, what's next for you, then? Back home?

[egeiro]

[ what would people call an experience like this - being spirited away? not an experience lucas ever wants to repeat. but he can't exactly say he didn't gain some things from this. for one: turns out losing his almighty powers for three weeks did teach him a smidge of humility - or at the very least, to not judge and discard others so hastily.

for another: he still has the shard in his pocket, ever pulsing. he suppose it's just another thing he has to look after as the magician of the black tower. he may take two hundred year naps in between watching over the obelian empire, but he takes his job seriously when he's awake. this shard is never going to fall into the wrong hands ever again.

anyway, he doesn't really want to reflect on how he's vaguely a better person than he was three weeks ago because that's dumb. so he's going to walk along the beach a little, maybe talk to a couple of people (maybe not), and then get on the ship and go home to an ugly girl who needs him.

people might not recognize him at first because he looks taller and older - a full grown man, his hair as long as it was on arrival. he's even wearing some fancy wizard outfit. it looks dashing on him, like everything else. as soon as he opens his mouth, however, they'll find he only aged physically and not mentally. miracles don't happen that easily. ]