foolishmortals | 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!)

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[He knows this probably isn't a good time. Stan's still in morning, this is probably a terrible thing to do.

But...the other option was just saying nothing and trying to keep going after they got home, only for it to just seem so...random and...somewhat cruel.]

I...I don't really know how to say this without just...being stupid about it, so...I'm just gonna say it.

I don't think I can run the Mystery Shack anymore.

...Wh-

[It's not the Worst Thing he's dealt with today, but it shocks him.]

But- Soos! I woulda closed it if you didn't want it to stay open so bad!

[Not that it...matters. At this point. It's not like he's going to go sailing, it's not like he technically needs Soos to run the shack, he can just... do it himself, now.]

I-I know, but-after everything that happened here with...Dipper dying, and you and Mabel, and-and especially what happened with Ford and Mr. McGucket...I just...I don't think I can do it anymore!

[He feels so bad about it, and he still knows they're not gonna blame him for it, but...the fact that he was still sort of the reason for it is something that he won't forget. He'll always remember that he's partly the reason thirty years of Stan's life were just...wasted.]

[The vague, euphemistic way that Soos refers to "what happened with Ford and Mr. McGucket" causes Stan to flinch which is...probably not the best response he could have.]

You weren't- you weren't there for any of that, Soos, you didn't do a thing wrong.

I-I was still the one that said to Lekmet that he should give him a pair of those dimensional scissors! If I just...if I hadn't done that, then maybe...maybe it wouldn't've been them that died.

I know...I know you're gonna still say it's not my fault, but...I still just feel like it is. Like things could've gone better, but...didn't, because of me.

[He's thought a lot about this at this point, and really...no one's gonna convice him of anything else.]

...

[He's too tired to deal with this.]

I don't- look, I really don't wanna talk about what happened. You blame yourself, I blame myself, he doesn't blame either one of us. No one's changing their mind, so we don't gotta keep bringing it up.

I ain't moving back into the Shack. It's still yours if you want. Live there, run it, whatever. I don't- I don't care anymore. I guess I'll- [His voice strains at the thought of it.] live in my boat for a while. Maybe claim a little corner of the land the shack's built on, build my own cabin there or... something.

...I...I guess that might be the best idea...

[They're all being stubborn and taking responsibility, and at this rate they might only get over it when all of them end up here. That's something he really doesn't want, when he really thinks about it.]

I...guess me and Abuelita can still live there. She did move all of our stuff in already, so...that's probably not gonna change.

Y-you're definitely welcome to come back. If you...did wanna live in there again, I don't think either of us would really mind. But...I understand if you don't want to. And...if you need any help, with anything at all, call me. I'll...I'll always be willing to help.

The house needs someone living in it. And the kids are gonna need somewhere to stay when they come visit in the summer, and...

[He looks away from Soos, because he wants to be Done Crying, god damn it.]

Probably only right it goes to my kid, anyway, since Ford didn't have any. Heck, if the Shack closes and there winds up being a way for people to visit, you could take out the exhibits and make it into like a hotel. Gravity Falls has got enough weirdness, the kinda weirdos we met here won't even cause a scene.

I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think have to agree now. After...all of that, I think we've all had enough weirdness for a lifetime, really.

[He always loved that little shack, and all the imaginative things that came from it, and how it was all made from the heart...but now it just feels like it's filled with lies, with nothing good at any turn, and even the thought most of the attractions made some bile rise to his throat. It just...sounds like it's for the better, really.]

Well, there are still the...the dimensional scissors. If they're all from other dimensions, I'm pretty sure that we could use a bunch of those to help us all see each other.

...I gave 'em back to the kid. [Marco.] They were the goat guy's scissors, I'm sure he'd've wanted him to have 'em over me.

Anyway, might be for the best that the Shack shuts its doors. I started it up to keep the lights on while I was tryin' to get Ford back, and... well, I did, I guess.

Lekmet. His name was-is-Lekmet. I guess Maco would want them, but...maybe he can get us some more. He might know someone that can make more or something.

[Marco himself doesn't seem like the kind of guy that can make them himself, anyway.

He notices that last part, and he feels like he shouldn't just leave it there.]

At...at least you had a little time together. You didn't just...lose him right after getting him back or something.

[Soos, Stan lived with the goat for months you think he's gonna remember his name now.]

...Don't push it, Soos.

[He says, his voice still a little rough.]

I still think you oughta go to Portland, say hi to your girl.

S-sorry, it's just...we kinda got close, a little. I really, really didn't want him to go.

I guess I should. Melody is...she's probably freaking out about all this. I should probably tell her I'm fine.

Oh yeah, they were showin' this all over the place, weren't they.

...[That's definitely not a Disney-approved word.]

Ma's gonna murder me.

I wonder what Abuelita thinks about all of this.

...actually, she's probably freaking out too.

[At least Melody had someone to scream with during the whole thing?]

[He glances like he's afraid his Ma is gonna show up as a skeleton any minute now.]

...And the kids' parents, too. Ah, man...

[...he lets out a very stressed laugh]

We're...we're probably all gonna get yelled at when we get home, aren't we?

[People are gonna be pissed]

Yup. We're dead meat, Soos.

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