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foolishmortals2018-03-05 12:33 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-03-05 12:33 am
PRE-ENDGAME REUNION LOG
[For those of you who've touched the box, congrats, you made a good call.
You find yourselves sucked in to a black void, The Hollywood Tower Hotel stands in the distance. Everywhere you look, you'll see familiar faces and...amusement park rides. That's fine. Everybody ride Mr. Toad's Wild Ride with their significant others.
You still have work to do. You need to prevent this from ever happening again. But, for now, you need to be happy. Have fun.]
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(OOC: Welcome, friends! Round 3, with the help of the now-redeemed(?) Hades, has made their way to Deadland. The survivors of Round 1 and 2 will arrive approximately half an hour after this. You have approximately two hours ICly before Rod, Hades, Mickey and Ghostave discuss battleplans.
This is our cooldown log before the This will be the last log you have from us until Sunday, where we'll kick off the first phase of our great big gay endgame week. Feel free to make as many toplevels as you want until then.)
You find yourselves sucked in to a black void, The Hollywood Tower Hotel stands in the distance. Everywhere you look, you'll see familiar faces and...amusement park rides. That's fine. Everybody ride Mr. Toad's Wild Ride with their significant others.
You still have work to do. You need to prevent this from ever happening again. But, for now, you need to be happy. Have fun.]
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(OOC: Welcome, friends! Round 3, with the help of the now-redeemed(?) Hades, has made their way to Deadland. The survivors of Round 1 and 2 will arrive approximately half an hour after this. You have approximately two hours ICly before Rod, Hades, Mickey and Ghostave discuss battleplans.
This is our cooldown log before the This will be the last log you have from us until Sunday, where we'll kick off the first phase of our great big gay endgame week. Feel free to make as many toplevels as you want until then.)
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[He's still crying, but he takes his brother by the shoulders.]
You're—you're okay. The kids are okay?
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Gosh, the sulfur content in the air is getting pretty high. When Ford takes him by the shoulders, Stan's breath hitches and he scrubs at his eyes. But he's. Totally not crying. Nope. His voice is rougher from the hell-sulfur.]
They're- They're both okay. You know how tough they are.
[This time, the hand that comes at Ford isn't a fist, it's an affectionate hair ruffle that ends with lovingly pushing his twin's stupid face.]
They're gonna be over the moon to see ya, Poindexter.
[WOULD YOU TWO FUCKING HUG.]
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[In all honesty he'd been about to say me but he changes tracks at the last second.]
You.
[He chuckles, squirming away from the hand shoving at his face, and then thinks, fuck it. This is his brother. He throws his arms around Stan, hugging him tight.]
Glad you're safe.
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By the time Ford hugs him, Stan buries his face in Ford's jacket and clings to his twin like his life depends on it, fingers clenching in the back of Ford's longcoat and his frame trembling in his brother's arms, his voice weak and tight and muffled when he manages to eke out]
I'm glad you're safe, ya big nerd.
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[Ford's voice makes a stupid squeak as he pulls back.]
That's my job. I survive, I keep on keepin' on. Had to—had to make sure my family could get home safe.
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You get married without telling a soul. [a weak chuckle.] Thought Mabel’s heart was gonna break cause she didn’t get to help you plan.
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[Ford cuts off with a chuckle, scrubbing a hand over his face.]
To be entirely fair, there was almost zero planning involved. We didn't even—we shared a piece of destiny fruit.
[But that gives him an idea.]
She'll have plenty to help plan for when we get home.
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Mmmmaybe it'll make a good practice run for her.
[suddenly glancing away from Ford. Are his ears turning red?? noooo couldn't be]
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Yeah? You're that serious about the General?
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[Save him.
He turns to see the smile, and gives Ford's shoulder a shove.]
Get that smile offa your face, Poindexter, you picked up a ball and chain before I did!
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[He's just gonna box Stan right back in the opposite shoulder.]
I'm glad for you, Stanley. Really. She seems...good for you.
[If someone can make Stan as happy as money does, Ford is all for it.]
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[He’s got a big, soppy grin on his face.]
She makes me feel like a million bucks.
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That's how I know you're in trouble. [He winks.] Usually only a million bucks could make you feel like a million bucks.
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...You still feeling up to some sailing after all'a this?
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[He chuckles.]
We might have to come back to dry land a little more often this time around, though.
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Think there's any anomalies in the Pacific we can check out? Keep within a couple weeks' sailing of the kids...
[He will have. A bonafide conniption. If he has to go more than a month, maybe six weeks without seeing the niblings after this.]
Piedmont's spitting distance from Oakland, ya know. Technically...in Oakland, but it's its own town. And, as a bonus, I ain't banned from California.
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[woah, Ford, slow down. Focus on the important stuff. He has to remind himself, still.]
Small blessings. We could sail down and see the kids. Maybe explore the sewers of San Francisco while we're down there, I've heard there are ghosts of Alcatraz escapees down there!
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We'll have to pick up a couple of kid-sized life jackets. Maybe with the handle on the back like they've got for dogs.
We'll find plenty of adventure. Or, it'll find us.
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[Ford grins right back.]
It always does, doesn't it?