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!)

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[sixfingeredstan]

[Another familiar face comes into Ford's field of view, and his whole posture relaxes at the sight of his batman, his closest friend through this whole ordeal, standing at attention. Ford lets out a wet little laugh and snaps off a crisp salute, before opening his arms for an embrace.]

LeFou. [No—] Didier. I'm...so incredibly sorry to have had to leave you like this.

[toogoodforhim]

[When Ford opens his arms, LeFou doesn't care if it's childish, he runs into the bony embrace. He makes a sound that's half a laugh and half a sob when Ford calls him by his real name.]

I'm gonna miss you, Ford.

[sixfingeredstan]

I know. I miss you all already. But you, especially.

[He gives LeFou a tight, bony squeeze.]

But, you know...I do believe there's a day each year where the dead here are able to cross over. To go and visit their loved ones.

[toogoodforhim]

[It's fine, he squeezes back, wanting to remember this for as long as he can.]

...Really? But... Surely you'll want to visit- [He glances at Stan and the kids.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford bobs his head, left and right.]

I'm sure they'll understand me wanting to trade off years. After all, I'll need to visit my...

[His voice stutters just a little bit.]

My son. And his partner. And my granddaughter.

[toogoodforhim]

[LeFou's breath catches in his throat, and for a moment he clings to Ford tighter, buries his face in Ford's sweater as if he can memorize the smell of him too.

And then he pulls back, wipes his eyes, and gives Ford a wet-eyed smile.]

In less than a year you did more to raise me than any man I ever looked up to before. I'm- I'm a different- a better person, because of you...

[sixfingeredstan]

Oh, Didier...

[He can have all the time he wants with Ford's sweater, honestly. It's very snuggly.

Ford reaches out and ruffles LeFou's hair fondly.]

I did what I could. What I knew how to do. It's just lucky it went that way instead of directly south. That...happened a lot.

[toogoodforhim]

[LeFou accepts the hair ruffling, and then goes in for another hug, briefly accidentally lifting Ford's top half from his bottom before he sets him back into place.]

I'm proud to remember you as my father, Ford. Thank you for all you taught me, about being myself and being... better. Than myself.

[sixfingeredstan]

Who could be better than you?

[Ford lets out a quite oof as the two halves of him are momentarily separated, but it's punctuated with a chuckle.]

There's only one of you, after all. One LeFou, one Maui, one Naminé. I'm proud as hell to call you all my family.