ENDGAME ALL GROUPS: WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR

[grimgrinningghosts]

[An ominous door has appeared in the starry skies above The Other Side. It’s not at all what Group 3 expected to happen when touching the symbol - and yet, something about it doesn’t surprise you.

Should you leave with Rod and/or Walt and Mickey, you’ll find them here. All the facts will start coming together, and only one name comes to mind: Hades.

But..you have each other. You stand here, ready for any and all eventualities. Even in the face of the demise or everything.

Welcome to your final test, Foolish Mortals. Keep your head up.]

(ooc: Welcome to the end of the world! There’ll be no mod tag-ins/plot advancement for about an hour (12:05 EST), to allow everyone to reunite and regroup.)

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[hasit]

[She lets herself be pulled into Stan's grasp, lets him cling to her. Truthfully, she's clinging to him, too. But she's not expecting that sob that comes out of him, and even through the rush of grief that comes over her all over again, she manages to look past Stan and scan the crowd and realize that his brother...his brother isn't here. combined with the blood on Stan's shirt, and she doesn't have to ask.

She buries her face in Stan's neck and a muffled sob of her own comes out; she's trembling, but with her face hidden like this she doesn't need to put on a brave front. Neither of them do.]

[stanbyme]

[Somewhere through the sobbing, his voice is small and strained.]

Ford's--

[He didn't even cry this hard back in the manor. It feels like all his tears might as well be blood, from the way they're pouring out of the missing chunk of his soul.]

[hasit]

[Her hands find his collar and his neck, holding him as tightly as she possibly can. That's all he needs to say, to confirm her fear; she nods into his shoulder, and her own voice is wobbly and quiet.]

—Ben, too.

[stanbyme]

[He lets out a shaky breath. He's already crouched to meet her, and now his legs just...start giving out.]

I know. Your boy... He told me to tell you he's sorry.

[hasit]

He—?

[She cuts off with a sharp sob, fresh grief rolling over her in waves. Of all the things she'd wanted to hear, an apology was something she'd never expected. It wasn't his fault, not as far as she's concerned.

She's not helping much with the stability, either; she clings tight to Stan, lowering them both to the ground so she can go to her knees.]

[stanbyme]

[It's fine, they're just. They're just gonna kneel here holding onto each other. He clings to her tighter when she starts to sob.]

There's- there's gotta be a way to get 'em back. I ain't gonna give up until I find it.

[hasit]

[She's nodding into his shirt, soaked through at the collar with her tears. She doesn't know what they'll be able to do, if there even is a way, but—]

We will. We'll see them again.

[stanbyme]

[He has the scissors in his shirt sleeve, ready for the right moment of sleight of hand. He's ready to cut a hole straight to "Elysium" or wherever it is and drag Ford back by the ear if he has to.

If they weren't huddled so close together, she'd probably miss his quiet murmur.]

I can't lose you too... I love you.

[hasit]

I love you, too, Stanley. So much.

[Her voice is quiet, right in his ear, but it's a little more steady now, even if her breathing is still shaky.]

I'm not going anywhere.