week four | endgame

[marriagebroker]

After one last night at the estate, everyone is set to big farewell on Sunday morning or afternoon or evening, however long they want to linger until they say their goodbyes.

There will be transportation to send them out of the estate and back to wherever they came from! They will leave just the way they arrived, of course. Taken all the way back home to their respective worlds.

But before that! Everyone is given one smartphone which they will be told can communicate with everyone else, including Wei Wuxian. If they want to call or text or whatever they want. There's already a group chat set up where Wei Wuxian has posted:

Safe travels, friends!

And Wei Wuxian will also share that they are able to travel to each other's worlds. They just need to return to the estate and from the estate, they can leave back to someone else's world. The estate will function as a "hub" of sorts for these travels.

So, farewell, friends! Here's to your perfect match!

Boom Boom Room | Talking Heads | Honeymoon Suite
Love Meme | tl;cr Meme

Comments

[researcherstory]

[ Poor thing. The unknown is always terrifying, going against all you've known the same -- but there's no pity in the way Odile lays her hand on his arm, a simple kind gesture she'll retract easily should it be unwelcome, only reassurance. ]

Plenty less. I have already bled and been welcomed a hero for it, and now is the time for rest. An era I'm certain you will enter yourself sooner rather than later.

[ Probably. Anyway, she'll fold her hands into her sleeves regardless of the prior reaction to her action, thoughtful as she looks him over.

... ]

Ka Bue and Vaugarde may have reservations due to your size, but there are plenty of other peaceful places you and yours may traverse should you ever want for a moment away. Those two in particular have a kind of... taboo and trauma respectively, and may for some time to come. I'd like to see you again as well, to hear what comes of your decision to step beyond your lines.

[anathemaw]

[ her touch has the two serpents rearing their heads towards her warily, but they do nothing further; nor does Messmer, who simply turns his head to look towards her. To touch him so casually as if he isn't a walking sin - to invite him to her home, say she wants to meet him again, even - is outrageous. But Odile doesn't seem like the type for platitudes. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to so many people treating him so normally. If the seeds of his doubt in the Golden Order hadn't already been planted, the fact that those bereft of light he met here could overlook his serpentine nature might have sowed them on their own.

Rest. What a pipe dream. And yet, although remote, the possibility is just barely in his view. ]

Thou wouldst invite a tyrant to thy doorstep. [ he scoffs. ] ... If in the coming years my head yet remaineth upon my shoulders, perhaps.

[ his timescale may be slightly off in comparison to hers. Everyone is immortal in the Lands Between, after all... ]