foolishmortals | Recuérdame.

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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[Something feels off immediately in this place, although Jiminy isn't quite sure what it is. He's one of the first ones here, but he's kind of out of it actually. He glances around in interest at all the strange sights and sounds, genuinely fascinated.]

So this is real death, huh? Interesting place. More... cheery than I expected.

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[This is amazing.

Yes, Wander uses that word for everything, but how else can he describe the bridge of marigolds, the bright festive colors, the dead in beautiful clothing. Those dresses are gorgeous. He will remember this land along with the hundreds and hundreds he has visited in his life.]

It's beautiful...

[Memories. It's what keeps people and planets alive. Wander had dedicated himself to remember all the names he came across. He had no phone on him, but he didn't have to.

But he should write down everything before he goes home. He can't come back, so this is his last chance to remember. His hat provides the notepad and pen, and when he needs a moment to stand back and marvel at the sight, he has his banjo to play along with the music. Learning it, recording the emotions associated with the sounds and the people around him.]

[One the other side of that bridge, two very talk skeletons are...bickering? One is very broad-shouldered, judging by those collarbones, and wearing a bright red turtleneck and a pair of glasses, and though he's arguing with the other skeleton, his posture is relaxed. Happy, even. Also there is a large, brightly-colored moth hovering over his shoulder.

Ford Pines turns, and sees familiar faces coming across that bridge of marigolds, and even without a nose or eyebrows, his face splits into a bright smile immediately.]

I told you they'd come, Fiddleford.

[ Look she loves all of you and she feels bad about the dead. She really does. But the second it sinks in that they're in the Land of the Dead Jyn Erso kisses Allene on the cheek and... ]

I... have to go find some people, babe. Want me to introduce you?

[ AND EVENTUALLY, THEY ARE OFF ON A ROGUE ONE HUNT ]

[... Wow, on second thought, it's a good thing none of y'all died in Shibuya, you would have had to play another shitty death game of sorts that just erases you from existence completely if you fuck up. Then again, Shibuya got swallowed up by heartless and cast into the realm of darkness so...

... Actually, Joshua does not want to stick around here for too long because of the off chance of a bunch of dead Shibuya townspeople having wound up here so instead he's going to hang on this side of the bridge instead of going over to meet the dead folks for now. This is fine. We're fine.

We need to start thinking about the future anyway and what we're going to do after this.]

[Soos...wasn't paying attention when Zeus came out. He'd been sorta busy feeling sorry for himself, and just...trying to think of what he was going to do in the future. It was...so complicated. He's really not sure what he can do, if it turns out they can't get the others back.

But...seeing this...he thinks he might have a chance.]

F-Ford! Mr. McGucket! Lekmet! Where are you?!?

[If he can just find them, maybe, just maybe he can fix this. He can fix everything that went wrong, and everyone can be happy again. They could...they could have the happy ending they earned.]

[It's pretty difficult to miss two very distinct skeletons standing near one another, a good distance away from the rest of the group. The taller one seems happier in general than the shorter one, who's glaring over at what must be his spirit guide-- a hound dog of some sort that's loping after a very grumpy duck (someone else's spirit guide, of course).

Still. It's not as though it's unusual to see Donald being grumpy. And even then, he's, uh, got a poorly thought out dad joke in store if anyone actually goes over to him.]

Took you long enough! We've been dying of boredom over here!

[Get it. Dying. He fell off a mountain.]

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...This is Elysium? The party-island of heroes?

[ Thalia wanders around, surprised. ]

I guess everything looks a little...strange in this dimension. [ But she likes it. It feels...homey. It feels like an embrace. ]

[Fiddleford is here. Most of him, anyway. Barefoot, of course, and in the green plaid tuxedo and red bowtie he died in (he's kind of glad he took off the horrible Luau shirt first). He looks even taller and lankier than he did in life with what little bulk he had gone, and very odd without his nose. It's going to be a long time until he's used to that.

More importantly Betty is here, slung across his bony shoulders where she belongs, all in one piece. She died a hero's death too and she deserves to be here. And hey -- now that his fingers don't have any flesh he has even less of a reason to need banjo picks. He picks idly along with the ambient music, catching different melodies as they drift in and out from every direction. The Box was so dark and empty, so isolated, maddeningly so. If he has to spend eternity here, if this is what Heaven really is, then he can do that. He can do that and enjoy it.]

Hey y'all. Glad you made it over.

[A brightly-colored neon possum is curled up on his shoulder, two beady red eyes regarding the arriving living with great interest.]

[ Gaston isn't among those who come to greet the living. Bridges of marigolds aren't really his...thing. And he's not going to inflict himself on those who just want a nice last visit with their friends.

Not this time.

But for those listening, there's the sharp crack of a rifle shot not too far off. Gaston's gone at last to the great big hunting ground in the sky.

Sorry, Bambi. ]

[Hey, so... among the crowd here, there's a short... chicken? Or at least a small child of some kind, it's kind of hard to tell because of the whole... being a skeleton thing. They awkwardly adjust their glasses that they still have here as people start coming over to this side of the bridge, before...]

H--Hey, uh. Has anyone seen my Dad yet?

[Lekmet has never been more at peace his whole life. Well, afterlife, it's very cozy here and he plans to stay as long as possible.

Right now, he's flying pretty high, giving an occasional yelp of excitement. He feels so much younger too, none of that old goatman physique. And if his skeleton falls apart it's not too hard to put himself back together. That last bit he found out after crashing too hard (as usual), though at least he wasn't confined to flying in small spaces. The Manor sucked, and dying in dismaland sucked even more. But he's free now.

He's been hovering near the bridge area, circling about the infinite sky before descending to the newcomers below with all the grace of an angel.]

You made it! You're all alive too, it's so good to see you guys!!!

[He almost looks normal, though his fur is gone, and most of his skeleton body is hidden under his robes. There sure is a strange, gaping hole in his chest! His wings are fully intact, fluttering a bit as he speaks.

Reunion START!]

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[Once she's seen Stan reunited with his brother, Leia lets them have some time alone. She wanders the crowd, looking at skeletal face after skeletal face. It's pretty clear she's looking for someone.

Or, well, two someones.]

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[...Walt seems to have disappeared, during all of the commotion. He'll be sitting at the top of a building, letting his feet dangled over the edge. It's clear that he doesn't want to be found.

Yet, someone does.]

[A teenage redheaded skeleton walks across the bridge to greet the others, waving.]

Hey, everyone! It's me! Your friend, L-

[A knife is thrown at him from afar, and he trips off the bridge trying to dodge it. He falls off to the abyss below, screaming.]

[While most of these skeletons look happy to be here, there's one that actually looks skeleton-ish in that he distinctly is Spooky(tm) and Creepy(c) and has Awful Black Hair(patent pending).

What I'm saying is that Kylo Ren is just kind of...lurking around all of this. For now.]

[...you know, despite being a skeleton, Dr. Facilier at least looks a lot healthier than he did when he first showed his face around the last round of people.]

[It's kind of funny, how Elsa looks more alive in the Land of the Dead that she has in the past ten months. She has Anna back, she got to speak to Ford one last time.... the weight on her shoulders that's been crushing her for so long now is finally lifting, and that means she can actually sort of... enjoy herself now.]

I've never seen anything like this before... [It's a little awkward to stare at the skeleton people - who, to be fair, are likely staring at all of them - so instead she crouches down near a napping spirit animal, some little cat creature with what look like deer antlers and bat wings?? Weird...] If this is the real afterlife that waits for us when we die... it's almost comforting.

[After he sees Ford, Stan...really doesn't have much else to do. His Fiancee appears to be having a full-fledged family reunion, and he doesn't want to get in the way of that, so he's just gonna. Hang out for a little while. Never too far from Ford - he wants to spend as much time near his brother as he can - but there are times when he's not actually talking to Ford and one can get a word in edgewise with him.]

[Today was an ordinary day in The Land of the Dead. Héctor was just taking a stroll--- literally a normal fucking stroll down the streets when this.. group of people-- alive people suddenly passed over the bridge.

He took one take, two takes and he thought for sure that he just.. drank too much. Yeah. Too much alcohol.

Except his last drink was two nights ago.

Also it's not Dia Los Muertos so like the Fuck]

Ay-ay-ay, that's a lot of family we're gonna have to find to get their blessings...

[The skeleton expresses under his breath, before he walks over to the group.]

How did so many of you cross over the bridge at once? Did you steal an entire graveyard?!

[since as far as he knows the only way living people can get here is if they steal stuff or thats what hes heard anyway]

[After his conversation with Walt, Rod is back on the ground, looking sad but happy at the same time. Walt's pen is currently in his pocket while he looks over the crystal fondly.

After a pause, Rod clears his throat.]

Everyone, I have an announcement to make:

Walt will be staying here, and he has bestowed upon me the crystal and pen to take care of from now on. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with them, but... I think I owe it to everyone to make this universe as beautiful as I possibly can.

If anyone has any questions about anything, I will be happy to answer them.

[Once everyone is gathered, all of Stan and Leia's friends and family, living and dead, blood family or found, there's a ceremony, just as twilight settles in. Some of the residents of Elysium had scraped together a jacket and tie for Stan, to cover his bloodstained shirt; Leia's still got her sweeping robes, and that's good enough for her.

She carries a little bouquet of marigolds, standing at the head of the aisle formed by the attendees, and loops her arm through Han's as the ambient music swells around them all.]

You're sure about this? Giving me away?

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[Everyone else is excited to hear about Elysium. Their friends are okay, still there and watching over them like the spirits did back home. And sooner or later, they'd see each other again.

Most of them would see each other again.

He can only celebrate with Lefou for so long. The more he's with him, the harder it becomes to think about anything but Elysium. About seeing his skeleton, and then never seeing them again.

Eventually he tears away, and goes to seek answers from the best source he can think of. He goes to find Zeus.]

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