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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[experimentno210]

[...And then a skeleton hand punches Ford right in the face.]

[sixfingeredstan]

—what the hell!

[Ford reels, bringing one hand up to his jaw to rub at the sore spot. How is it even fair that he can still feel pain when he has no nerve endings?

S qu i n t s]

Who the hell are you?

[terribibble]

[squints]

Baron Num Nums, I think.

[experimentno210]

That's right, its me! Baron Num Nums! Good ol, memorable, Baron Num Nums! Nobody forgets about Baron Num Nums!

[sixfingeredstan]

What the hell?

[Ford squints, wracking his brains for a moment, and then something clicks. Nobody forgets about...

His eyes widen.]

...Shifty?

[experimentno210]

[He tries to shift into his normal shape but the bones just turn gooey and start to slop towards the floor before he snaps back into Baron Num Nums place.]

No, go ahead, let's go with Baron Num Nums! Clearly that's more memorable!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Welp that confirms it.

Yikes.

Ford gives him a sheepish look.]

I never forgot about you, you know. I had...a mishap with my portal. I wasn't even in our dimension for three decades.

[experimentno210]

Excuses. You just couldn't wait to get away from me! Ol' Experiment 210, your little embarrassment.

Well, guess what! I have skeleton friends now. I don't need you!

[sixfingeredstan]

Aw, come on. [This is. Ford is so bad at this???] I wasn't embarrassed by you, I was...well, truth be told, I was kind of terrified of your potential. And maybe what I did to you wasn't the right thing, leaving you down there, but...rest assured, I never wanted to forget about you.

[experimentno210]

[There's like a moment of pause where he just. Processes that. Well, most of that. Some of that. He really just zeroes in on the negative thing and ignores the rest.]

...And that's supposed to be better?

[sixfingeredstan]

I...I don't know?

[Save him he's drowning. He glances helplessly at Fiddleford.]

Look, I'm not good at this. Never have been, probably never will be. But I'm sorry, Shifty. You were like...like my kid. My weird, slimy, clever kid. I was just...I wasn't a great dad.

[experimentno210]

[....ah he. He actually said it. He... He's got a lot of feelings about that, right away.]

...Well, maybe I don't need you, da- Ford! You don't know me! Because you're... a jerk!

[sixfingeredstan]

Well, considering you spent more of your life without me than with me, I'd say that's a fair assessment.

[His tone is mild, and the insult earns him a laugh.]

It wouldn't be the first time I'd been called that, to be fair.

[experimentno210]

["Now he's laughing at you. He's making fun of you. Just like he always has, that little nerd."]

Well! I'm not the only one here who's dad disappeared to get a pack of smokes or beakers or what have you. At least I have company who understands me now!

[Shifty Chicken Little friendship when]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford presses a hand to the place where the bridge of his nose would be, if he had a nose.]

Well...then I'm glad you've made friends. It's a long afterlife, after all.

[terribibble]

... Y'know he's a bean mascot, right.

[There's something fishy about this skel]