Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

Comments

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford startles at the orange blur launching itself toward him, but laughs when he realizes—]

Wander! Hey, there, easy, pal. I did just get cut in half, you know. I'm not as steady on my feet as I used to be.

[folkscallmewander]

[He can't help but laugh at that - death jokes!]

Aw, you're already gettin' old? But you got your whole unlife ahead of you!

[sixfingeredstan]

Well, my back isn't quite what it once was.

[On account of getting sliced in half.]

I'm glad to see your face here, Wander. But I don't want to see your skeleton around here any time soon, you hear me?

[folkscallmewander]

Might take a couple thousand years or so until I show up. [He lets go of Ford.] But I can't guarantee I won't get into more trouble, alright?

[sixfingeredstan]

I'd be disappointed if you didn't, Wander.