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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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'Course you can. C'mere. Just, uh. Be careful how how hard you lean on me, my spine's not too solid.
[He kneels down and opens his arms. Hug your dead grandpa-in-law.]
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[ She crosses over to him and hugs him, very gently. ]
I'll miss you... but I know you're in good hands here. And you have Ford.
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And his are the best hands around. Two whole fingers safer.
I think I'm goin' to like it here, though. It's so... colorful, and there's all this music. It's a nice place to settle if I'm goin' to have to settle anywhere.
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... Is it okay if I ask you to play a song for me?
it was this or brokedown palace
[He gives her one last squeeze and then lets her go, shifting Betty back around and into his arms (the neon possum on his shoulder shuffles grumpily and then settles again). It comes to him immediately, the song he wants to play. It's not a sad one. It's not a happy one either, exactly. It sure does fit the tone he's feeling, which is a kind of quiet optimism that is very unlike the kind of optimism he used to use to try and self-medicate himself through the bad times. He feels better right now that he has in a very long time, and that comes through in his music.]