PRE-ENDGAME REUNION LOG

[grimgrinningghosts]

[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.)

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[hasit]

He does.

[There are tear shining in her eyes, now, and she presses a hand to her heart.]

In here. He's still in here.

[darthfanboy]

[...]

[darthfanboy]

[click. thunk.]

[darthfanboy]

...You're incredibly sentimental.

[hasit]

[She stares up at him for a moment, and then reaches into the inner pocket of her cloak. Leia pulls out the photo from Randall, from the motive that feels like it was years ago instead of weeks, and holds it out to him.]

[darthfanboy]

[He takes it, and stares at it, with wide eyes. Clutching it still, he looks at her.]

Where did you get this?

[hasit]

It was one of our motives.

[Had he not been watching, like the others?

...That shouldn't surprise her, exactly.

The way he's looking at her, it makes her want to hope, but she's staying cautious. She doesn't want to make mountains out of sandhills.]

[darthfanboy]

...I apologize for not giving it my full attention.

[He had. Other issues.]

[hasit]

[Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't an apology.]

...That's alright. It seemed you had other things going on.

[Like making out with the Beast's girlfriend, or so she hears!!!]

[darthfanboy]

Regardless.

[hasit]

[Leia's silent for a long moment, looking at his face, lingering on the eyes that are so like her own. Finding a moment's solace in the traces of his father that she can see plain as day in his features. Sparing a moment for the scar that Rey had given him with his own grandfather's lightsaber.

Overly sentimental or not, she steps forward, emboldened maybe by his apology or the fact that she can actually see his expression, and reaches up to touch her son's cheek.]

It's okay, sweetheart.

[darthfanboy]

...Please.

[...there’s no follow-up to that statement. just the sad, pained eyes of a child that close against her touch.]

[hasit]

[The look in his eyes twists like a knife in her gut, and try as she might to keep them at bay, there are tears shining in Leia's eyes.]

What is it, Ben?

[darthfanboy]

...I’ve cut myself off from the Force.

[He looks into her eyes. Sees the tears welling up inside them. His finger twitches.]

Don’t make me choose.

[hasit]

[Leia pales, the implications of that statement washing over her. Slowly, she pulls her hand away, swallowing heavily. Composing herself. Reminding herself that her son, even if he's in there somewhere, even if he's still her little boy deep down, he's different. He has his own choices to make, choices he's already made.

And they always say, if you love something, let it go.]

Then I won't stand in your way.

[darthfanboy]

...Thank you.

[He breathes, heavily. He lets in a deep inhale through his nose.

He dealt with the pain of letting all of this go once, long ago. It shouldn’t be this difficult to do it again.]

[hasit]

[She nods, and something tells her that she shouldn't linger here any longer. Something tells her even more strongly that she won't see her son again. That this is the last time.

Her lips press together tightly.]

May the Force be with you, Ben Solo.

[I love you.

She turns and walks away.]