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

[ilovepuppies]

[Crosses her arms and POUTS]

That's still a stupid reason to get killed. I was gonna get everyone out of here alive, you know that?

[terribibble]

[Hhhhh this is hard. And he thought he was stubborn about being optimistic.]

That's a real nice sentiment. I bet you could've, too, if things had shaken out differently.

But I don't regret it. And neither should you.

[ilovepuppies]

And why should I do anything you tell me, huh?

[terribibble]

Well I sure can't make you. Unless I can figure out how to start hauntin' folks. All I can do is strongly suggest.

[ilovepuppies]

[HRK. Star has a sudden, terrible realization.]

That reminds me! I was going to haunt YOU!! But then you went and died a week later! And now I'll never be able to! ARGH!

CURSE YOU, ZEUS!

[terribibble]

I'll find a spider and put it in my bed down here just for you.

[ilovepuppies]

The next time I see you, I'm bring an entire. Bucket. Of tarantulas.

[terribibble]

Well they can't bite bones, can they?

[They're never going to be good friends. He can accept that now. Maybe he can enjoy being a young girl's ghost nemesis instead.]

Bring it on.