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]

[Beat.]

Oh. Well why didn't you just say that, ya dork.

[sixfingeredstan]

[He shrugs.]

Old habits.

But really. You're going to be fine. I'm right here, and I had Mabel prop some cushions up behind us, just in case.

[He's not lying. That's a real thing he did.]

[stanbyme]

[Stan fidgets with the buttons on his borrowed jacket again, messes with the marigold shoved in his buttonhole, tugs at the sleeves to try fruitlessly to make them long enough to fit. Somehow he manages a nervous smile.]

In case she's so drop dead gorgeous [PHRASING, STANIEL] it just bowls me right over?

...Smart plan, probably.

[sixfingeredstan]

[...Does he say it?

Maybe not. It might be too soon. Ford swallows back the joke.]

Something like that. Do you—have you written vows?

[stanbyme]

I- have I- um—

I knew I was forgetting something.

[sixfingeredstan]

[He isn't surprised, and at this point, it's...well, nothing about this wedding is exactly formal, right?]

Looks like you're winging it.

[stanbyme]

Good thing winging it’s my specialty.

[He sees Leia start to come toward them on her ex’s arm (that’s...probably symbolic, in some way. Solo seems like a good guy) and he straightens his jacket lapels and folds his hands in front of him to hide how bad they’re shaking, straightening his back. His heart is pounding somewhere near his tonsils.]

...Here goes, right?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford nods, eyes no longer on his brother but on the bride.]

Here goes. Look alive.

[p h r a s i n g]

[stanbyme]

[That gets him the subtle elbow that Stan’s had down to an art since he was a fidgety little boy. Not enough to knock Ford’s spine askew but a Nudge nonetheless.]