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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[stanbyme]

[He leans down to meet her, his hands resting on her hips.]

Hope you mean an actual backrub, I think I’d fall asleep in the middle of anything else.

[hasit]

[Leia snorts in laughter, turning to lead him off in the direction of where she last saw her brother.]

I do, actually. I'm ready to pass out for a week.

[stanbyme]

Oh good, here I thought my age was showing.

[He lets her lead him.]

How’s that wrist?

[hasit]

You? Never.

[She shrugs, bobbing her head side to side, as their feet scuff through marigold petals.]

Been better, but it's been worse, too. Starting to feel better now that it's wrapped up properly.

[stanbyme]

That’s good, you get someone to take a look at it?

[hasit]

Yeah. Myself.

[She's dealt with worse than broken bones, after all, on the frontlines.]

[stanbyme]

Right, I bout forgot.

Professional wound-lickers the both of us, huh?

[Meaning, they both know how to patch up just about anything that doesn’t leave them unconscious.]

[hasit]

In many senses of the word. It's why we make such a good pair.

[She thinks a lot, still, about that night in the laundry room. Bandaging up his knuckles. Kissing him for the first time. It's imprinted permanently on her mind.

She laces her fingers through his.]

I can't wait for you to meet Luke.

[stanbyme]

Yeah? You think he’ll like me?

[he brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles, glad to be touching someone else with skin.]

Between you and me- he’s the weird twin, right? There’s no way you’re the crazy one.

[hasit]

You're too much like his best friend for him not to like you.

[She laughs, now, open and unrestrained.]

Oh, he's definitely the weird twin. No bones about it.

[PHRASING, LEIA.]

[stanbyme]

Sounds like I got big shoes to fill.

[He loves that laugh. He’s not in a mood to return it, but it puts a smile on his face.]

That’s alright, I grew up with a weird twin, I can handle it.

[hasit]

If you asked Han, I'm sure he'd agree.

[She raises an eyebrow at him.]

I can't believe you and I are the normal twins.

[stanbyme]

You- you met Ford, right?

[hasit]

Oh, yes. He seemed very nice. Well-mannered. Dashing, when he had skin and eyes.

[stanbyme]

[Her casual remark about Ford’s current state hits him like a hiccup in the universe, like for a second his heart stopped and then started again.

But he’s about to marry this beautiful woman. He can’t be anything but a little happy right now. So he does what he does best and shoves that back, where it’ll come up in nightmares of portals and blood and sightless brown eyes after she leaves. After she goes back to space and the kids are home and he’s. Alone.

He holds onto a smile. For her.]

Well, he must’ve been trying to impress ya.

[hasit]

[She doesn't think twice about the remark until it's out of her mouth; to her, death has become to commonplace, even before all of this. She pauses, glancing up at him apologetically, bites her lip, and lets the moment pass.]

Don't worry. I didn't think he was half as charming as you.

[stanbyme]

[He’s more grateful to her than words can say for not pointing it out. He’s sick of every conversation feeling like walking across a land mine. He knows every “I’m sorry” means well, but it doesn’t add up to the one thing he wants it to. It can’t bring Ford back.

So he’d rather just dodge the question like a flaming bullet.]

One of us got the looks and one of us got the charm, what can I say.

[hasit]

You're identical, sweetheart. You both got the looks.

[She gives him a wink.

Pausing, she glances around, at the clusters of people. Laughing, crying, hugging.]

We should split up. Let everyone know that should know.