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!)

Comments

[bottlerockets]

A movie, about... about me, and how much trouble I caused everyone for that sky falling incident. They've had posters advertising it at our local theater for a while now.

[terribibble]

THEY WHAT? AND YOUR DAD LET THEM?

[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.]

[bottlerockets]

Y--yeah? I mean, he wasn't happy about it and he complained every time someone mentioned the movie to him... or really mentioned anything about what I did, but since they had already written about it in the papers, and a book about it, and bumper stickers...

[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?

[terribibble]

[Fiddleford McGucket's fucking pissed.]

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?

[bottlerockets]

[wow i can't believe you almost did a swear in front of chicken little]

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]

[terribibble]

[You know, knowing what he does about Buck, this is just kind of reinforcing his opinions. Of course a man who'd murder two people and get away with it would also just... just let an entire town destroy his son. At first he thought maybe Buck had been trying to get back to him. Fiddleford could sympathize with that. But he's starting to think that wasn't the case, because clearly Buck didn't care all that much about his son's wellbeing.]

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.

[bottlerockets]

[For a moment, Chicken Little is quiet, and frankly, in shock: other than Abby and the rest of Chicken Little's friends, no one has ever tried to tell him that he didn't do anything wrong or stick up for him like that before.

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.

[terribibble]

[HE HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS

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.

[bottlerockets]

[Oh I'm sure Fidds will find out sooner or later, since Jiminy is apparently dead now too??]

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.]