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

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[crimsin]

[ Everyone is all packed up and ready to go, and that includes Nico, though aside from his suitcase, he's carrying something tucked under his arm and covered in a plain sheet.

Setting his luggage aside for the moment, he unveils this mystery thing, tossing the sheet aside to reveal a painting of the whole cast, Wei Wuxian included, all crowded together in the manor's garden under Yingying's tree. Everyone is rendered in such loving detail it's hard to imagine this only took him a week. He meant what he said -- he's been doing this painting thing for a while.

With some help from the crew, he has it hung in a prominent place in the manor, so people can see it when they pass through for visits. Once it's in place, he steps back, dusting off his hands. ]

A fitting end, non? I shall miss every single one of you. If ever you want to visit, do not hesitate to call!

[embellwish]

You made this all on your own?

[ Yingying looks a little different; her body is stained with strange, purple marks, and she looks much less like a nymph and more like a person. Perhaps most noticeably, she has normal human blood again. ]

Each and every one of us... [ She's never seen artwork of the tree before.... 🥺 She looks absolutely enraptured, pointing out different parts of the painting like she's at a museum. ] And look! The wisteria, it's beautiful...

[crimsin]

Yingying!

[ He's surprised to see her like this, but more surprised to realize that she's well and truly alive. ]

You are... ah, mademoiselle, you got your wish. [ IS HE TEARING UP A LITTLE? Maybe, but they're happy tears. ] I am so happy for you.

[embellwish]

[ TEARING UP... PUNCHES WALL ]

There, there, don't cry...~

[ She laughs, already opening her arms gently so she can give him a loose hug, giving him a soothing stroke on his back. ]

See? I'm just fine.

[ A little weak and tired... but upright still, and capable of giving out hugs to someone she considers part of her new family. ]

[gamboler]

[ Approaching and just immediately winding both his arms around one of Nico's. He's free to be fully disgusting now and so he will!!! ]

You captured everyone's likenesses so well...but I still think you're the most handsome one there. [A light chuckle. ] A fitting tribute to our time spent together here, indeed.

[ And even though it's come to an end, it doesn't really feel that way, does it? ]

[irreversal]

[ Shoko was in the process of pilfering what's left of the Costco snacks she and Aventurine bought when Nico arrives and unveils... a whole painting???

Instead of a cigarette, she wanders over with a little savory Pretz snack stick in her mouth... ]

Whoa. Nico-san, you painted this...?

[ordimame]

[hey what the FUCK]

. . . you painted this?

[he sounds like. . . he is in awe, head tilted back, eyes wide as he stares at the beautiful rendering of color and brushstrokes. Edamura would not consider him a connoisseur of the fine arts, but. . .]

[he can sense the heart and soul poured into this portrait, and that is more than enough]

[researcherstory]

[ ... Oh, please-- ]

And here I thought you said you'd never paint me, Nicodème.

[ It's all she can muster really, a tease to hide her embarrassment, even if they'd since made up... Goodness. It's beautiful, capturing their likeliness with love in every stroke. ]

[poans]

[Yi Sang, who would be more than glad for the chance to know Nico and his world better, stands in awe before the painting.]

Ooh. This is quite the remarkable painting, Nicodéme. Each brushstroke contains the essence of those rendered, as well as yourself.

[fireball]

[ Her jaw just drops, Poppy leaning in to try to take in all of the details. Stepping back so she can see the whole thing all at once. Leaning back in again. ]

You are amazing!! [ She knew this already, has probably said this before following late-night garden concerts and pottery painting classes, but it bears repeating. ] I... oh my god, what's it like, being perfect at everything while also being the nicest person in the world?

[ Her smile is soft, though; it's somewhere in between gentle teasing and genuine flattery. ]

[scooptimistic]

I'd hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I guess calls are good for a pre-check, right?

[ Yeah! She won't just crash in. ]