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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[terribibble]

[It's good to see Wander a little more whole. On the way to better things. That's all of them right now, isn't it, even the ones who've arrived here for good? It's bolstering.

He glances down at Betty where he's holding her against his chest.]

Y'know I'm not sure? But she... well she died helpin' me destroy that demon for good. [Died maybe isn't the right word, but it feels worse somehow to say 'got woodchippered by the end of a universe'.] I want to think she's the real one.

[folkscallmewander]

If you love her enough, she'd have her spirit come over, too. [He's pat her, but it's not good etiquette to touch another musician's instrument without their permissions. Hugging the musician out of nowhere is fine, but Wander draws a line in a particular place.]

Think we can have one more duel, you and me? It's a rematch.

[terribibble]

Well that'd make sense.

[He's a lot more willing to believe in the strange at this point. Of course that's how it works. She's an inanimate object, but she always treated him good and stuck with him through the hard times and kept him connected to his roots, and that's its own kind of life.]

... Yeah. I'd like that an awful lot.

[Wander is very old, but Wander is ageless in that way that makes Fiddleford think that maybe he won't ever show up here for permanent at all. Or if he does, it will be a long, long time from now. He has to make the most of this time with his friend.]

[folkscallmewander]

[The Star Banjo has been through a lot lately, but with a quick tune-up, the four strings are ready to go for one last fight.]

One, two, a-one two three four-

[It's been too long since he had a good, fast song in his hands. And a fellow musician to compete against. For now, they only have this moment to experience.]