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foolishmortals2018-03-17 10:26 pm
riptorn) wrote in foolishmortals2018-03-17 10:26 pm
Recuérdame.
[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!)
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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[And then he stops, looking down at his feet. He's tried so hard to make his Dad proud, and look where he is now. Dead.
... He doesn't think he would have changed what he did though, trying to save him anyway. It was the right thing to do, no matter what sins his Dad had committed.]
... I'll wait for him to come find me, for a little longer. He's the one who should be doing that, right?
[As a Dad's responsibility and all, rather than having his son frantically crawling all over the Land of the Dead shouting for him.]
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Yeah. He's the one who should be doin' that.
[He takes fatherhood very seriously, probably because he's wanted to be one even before he actually had a child of his own.]
He's your dad. He's the one who ought to be lookin' out for you, not the other way 'round.
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[... You know what, let's not talk about Dad for now, it's getting depressing.]
Soooooooo, uh, who are you?
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[He almost says 'I was in the game after your dad's' but it's... pretty patently obvious why he's here and it's over now. Everyone showing up here while still having all their flesh has to mean that. They won. It's time to move on into whatever new life (death?) this is going to be. Odd enough he's never felt less anxious in his life.]
I know it's a mouthful. Just Dr. McGucket's fine, not that I figure a doctorate means much now.
[But he worked hard for that degree and he was the first in his family to get one so it's not something he can just let go. It's important to him still.]
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[... Get it, because he's a little chicken, hahaha--]
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You sure are.
... Boy, I bet you get jokes about the sky fallin' all the time, huh?
[Lord help him he doesn't know.]
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Ahaha...y--yeah, that's me. "Hey Chicken Little, is the sky falling again?" "Hey Chicken Little, been hit on the head by another acorn or a stop sign again lately?" Haha... ha...
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[On the farm names like Banjomin or Ukelily were just fine. Less so in sunny California.
... though honestly what the fuck Buck Cluck why would you name your child 'Chicken Little' instead of like an actual name. You got an actual name. What the hell. His opinion of Buck Cluck's parenting is plummeting by the second, and he didn't think it was possible for it to sink lower.]
I know it ain't no fun.
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[... That all came out in a huge rush of words, sorry Fidds.]
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... Oh my lord, you're actually--
Oh honey I didn't know, I'm sorry. It's just a story where I'm from.
[He figured your dad was just a fucking asshole. As it turns out he is the asshole, it's him.
And he could probably leave that there but he's learned over the past several months that if you wait, you lose your chance. This is something that resonates with him deeply. He feels pretty confident saying what he's about to.]
And-- and listen. From what I know of that story you were just tryin' to help and keep folks safe. So maybe it doesn't matter now but you didn't do wrong.
[YOU'RE TOO YOUNG FOR SELF-HATE YOU STOP THAT
That is not the point of the Chicken Little story but, you know what. If Ford can misinterpret Icarus then Fiddleford can misinterpret Chicken Little. That's on-brand.]
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[Sorry Fidds, Chicken Little might need a minute to process this holy shit even in death we can't escape our sins--]
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It's -- there's this thing called coincidental multiversal mirroring, where sometimes something from one universe shows up in another in some form, it's-- it's actually fairly common?
[This is where it pays to have Ford Pines in his life. Thank god.]
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The way I see it it's not the mistakes that matter, it's how you move on from them.
[Thanks, Naminé.]
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[Like, in universe, not being cute and cheeky fourth-walling here, the townspeople literally had a movie showing in the local theater about how much of a fuck-up Chicken Little was for a little while there.]
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[Like... you can sue over something like that. He feels like you have to be able to. Or like... there's something with rights, and selling them? He doesn't know a lot about movies but he feels like there's got to be provisions about making a movie about a living person and needing to get some form of permission first.]
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[God, he still remembers that comment his Dad said about that, how somehow that's worse because that stuff just sticks forever on a car to have to look at in front of him every time he drives around town...]
Dad said it was inevitable that they'd make a movie to show people too, so... there wasn't a point to stopping them?
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Wh-- I just-- the worst that could've happened is people got a real bad scare and it turned out it was a false alarm, that's not -- you don't make a movie about that. That's not normal. Imagine if they made a movie every time someone accidentally leaned on a fire alarm or somethin'. What the hhheck [LANGUAGE] kind of petty people live in your town, to do that to a kid?
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I don't know? That's just how it was, and then it got worse after that stuff with Dad was found out, and... and honestly, I'm glad I'm dead if only so that I don't have to see what the movie of that was going to turn out like.
[which is a good sign of just how bad and meanspirited his town was if a kid has to be glad to be dead for a reason like that]
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That shouldn't've been how it was. There's no world in which that's okay. You understand? All that -- all that's way worse than makin' a genuine mistake. If it'd been me, if you'd've been my son--
[He would have died for Tate. There was a week where he thought he was going to, and the thought didn't scare him because if it came down to it what other choice would there have been?]
No matter what they told you, no matter what they said, you didn't do anythin' wrong and you sure as heck don't deserve to be laughingstock for it. [Knowing his future, he may also have some strong feelings about being the town laughingstock.] And your dad best hope I never meet up with him down here because I've got some words I'd like to say to him about what it means to be a parent.
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Not even his Dad did that. Not really. He just told him to "lay low" and not cause trouble again rather than supporting him or telling people off for picking on him.]
I... [Chicken Little can't cry anymore, but he reaches up to adjust his glasses in a moment of awkwardness.] ... I'm sorry that you died and ended up here, but if there was anyone I had to meet in this place, I'm glad it was someone nice like you.
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But that does kind of calm him down a little. Gotta save all that righteous anger for a rooster skeleton in a bad tie.]
That's -- well you seem like you deserve someone bein' nice to you.
[Especially right now. What with being a child who just died. And you best be glad he didn't hear the explanation Jiminy got or he'd be furious all over again.]
You ever need anythin', you find me, alright? Not like I'm goin' anywhere.
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Okay... and, uh, same to you as well! I'm gonna wait a little longer in case Dad does show up, but after that...
[Once the living leave and the bridge disappears, maybe then he'll finally peel himself away from this spot to go elsewhere.]