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

you can all blame lepo for this

[bottlerockets]

[Hey, so... among the crowd here, there's a short... chicken? Or at least a small child of some kind, it's kind of hard to tell because of the whole... being a skeleton thing. They awkwardly adjust their glasses that they still have here as people start coming over to this side of the bridge, before...]

H--Hey, uh. Has anyone seen my Dad yet?

[sorrydoods]

[...oh

oh shit]

He...um, he kinda didn't...make it...

[HE REGRETS EVERYTHING]

[bottlerockets]

[Chicken Little just sort of... deflates upon hearing that.]

I... yeah, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given what happened? I just thought that maybe, since I haven't seen him here yet...

[... Maybe he would have gotten out of that one too, like he did with that game that Chicken Little knows about now...]

[sorrydoods]

I'm...I'm really sorry.

[Another thing that's going to be on his conscience forever. Fantastic.]

Um, on the bright side...I think it was painless.

[Does that help? Please tell him it helps.]

[bottlerockets]

Oh, that's good! I'm glad that it was... err, quick?

[It does help, thank you Soos.]

[sorrydoods]

Y-yeah, it was...it was quick!

[He's pretty sure being instantly fried is a quick death?]

I'm...sorry, it had to happen, though. Maybe...maybe you'll see him here soon?

[Probably not, but...optimism?]

[bottlerockets]

I hope so. I mean... he's my Dad, it would be weird if we didn't speak to each other even here.

[bayoublues]

[...

Well, he can make an educated guess as to who this chicken is?]

He, uh...he...sort of got...fried by a dragon.

[He's not going to mention that he took a bite out of him.]

[bottlerockets]

What!?

[... Wait. Chicken Little slumps a little here.]

Was it... one of the people that he, um... y'know.

[Killed. During his dad's murder game.]

[bayoublues]

I...I think? There were a whole lotta people there and I wasn't...wasn't quite sure. I-I'm sure someone else would be able to explain better than me.

[He's not 100% clear on the r0 details after all]

[bottlerockets]

Okay.

[Not that he... really wants to know all the sordid details of what his father did more than he already knows now, but...]

... Dad did some really bad stuff, but... if you see him before you go, can you tell me? I just want to talk to him and get... what do they call it again? Closure? Before he decides that he doesn't want to talk to his failure of a son anymore.

[bayoublues]

[Oh.

O h.

...He doesn't sound like a very good father. Louis nods, leaning down to pat the lil' dude on the head.]

...Don't worry. If I see your dad, I'll tell him to come find you. I'm sure it'll all be fine. And I'm sure he doesn't think that you're a failure.

[bottlerockets]

... I'm pretty sure you're wrong about that, but thanks? I really appreciate it.

[terribibble]

[Is that a fuckin chicken

More importantly, is that a sweet baby boy who can't find his dad because boy howdy is Fiddleford's dad radar going off]

Your dad?

I mean I'm assumin' he'd be a chicken too, and I haven't...

[Wait.

Wait.

Wait. He saw all that shit on the televisions. Oh dear.]

[bottlerockets]

[It sure is! And he sure did find out that his dad was a murderer thanks to all that shit on the television.]

Y--yeah. Dad was... um.

[gosh, how does he say this]

He was in one of those games that you guys were in.

[terribibble]

Oh honey.

[How old is this chicken boy? He's so tiny, compared to that statue of Buck. He can't be that old.]

I know.

[He can't say 'I'm sorry' because that would be... weird. He didn't know the man, and his understanding of r0 is sketchy at best. But he can reassure this tiny skeletal chicken child.]

You sure you want to see him, after all that?

[bottlerockets]

... I don't know. I'm scared of what he's going to say.

[...]

But like, I guess I should? Abby... [And that stings for a moment, saying her name.] Abby would want me to, I think. Closure, and all that. And now that we're both here, maybe he'll even listen this time.

[chicken little, sweetheart...]

[terribibble]

[MmmmmMMMMM boy does he recognize that desperate optimism. That's always been his coping mechanism too.]

You don't have to right away. Dyin' is... I mean as a man who's done it twice now you have to get your feet under you first. You want to just rest a bit, you can.

[bottlerockets]

Yeah, I guess so.

... I know he did some really bad stuff, but I hope he's okay. At wherever my Dad has gone to avoid me now, I guess.

[Or if he's even here at all, but somehow, Chicken Little can't help but think that maybe his Dad is still disappointed. For not having been able to do anything at all for what happened, for dying and ending up here too...]

[whistlenotchirp]

[...isn't that.]

Afternoon there! Or evening maybe. Not sure, actually. What's, uh... How'd you...

[why are you dead]

[bottlerockets]

[Ahaha yeah, um...]

... I tried to stop the people that threw Dad over to you guys earlier.

[After hearing everything that had happened, seeing it on TV for himself and suddenly reaching the horrible understanding of why his father had been acting even colder and stranger than before. At first, his Dad had tried to deny it, frantically gesticulating that it was just TV and not real, or that they had the wrong guy, before eventually devolving into cold shoulders and reprimanding him, so Chicken Little didn't speak to him about the topic again.

But others did. They quickly found out and soon, their family were pariahs. Buck Cluck for what he did, and Chicken Little, little failure that always was, as the son of a murderer and likely to be capable of the same. Even so, before his Dad had been tossed through that portal...

It's fuzzy, but he remembers running forward and attempting to break through the crowd to try to stop them. Remembers wondering if he even could, and if his Dad would be proud of him for having tried...]

It... it didn't go well I think, since I'm here now.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Ohhh dear. Oh sweet christmas.]

That... makes sense. That sorta thing has been known to happen.

...I'm sorry you had to go through that, big guy. You shouldn't have had to.

[bottlerockets]

Hey, ah, it's not all bad! There's a bunch of people that's been really nice, and it's really colorful and... happy here?

[Not like home, where everyone kind of hated Chicken Little for terrible reasons.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[He swings his umbrella.] That's the spirit! Bright side! It seems like this is a place where you never have to worry again.

[bottlerockets]

Yeah!

... I mean, I don't know where my Dad went and that's a little worrying, but otherwise this place is really great!