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

[phenomerom]

[ He runs into her as she's making her way through the estate slowly gathering her things -- and or a moment, Rom's obviously surprised, visible eye wide as he blinks. He even bothers to voice a soft -- ]

Ah.

[ But okay, that's about all the honest reaction he's permitting himself. Rom resumes his look of placid calm immediately afterward as he ambles a little closer. ]

Miss Yingying. I'd wondered, when I saw the tree in that state ... how are you feeling?

[embellwish]

[ Still getting her bearings, it takes her a moment to lift her head to look at Rom directly, the breeze helping keep her hair out of her face. She catches the faint surprise that he quickly chases away, and her smile turns wry. ]

Eager to interrogate me again?

[ A tease offered with no malice — he's some kind of investigator of the supernatural, right? And the scene before him is anything but normal. It takes some effort, but she shuffles herself back to lean against the — now furled open — trunk. ]

I'm just fine. The Bureau told me being in the wisteria had slowed down time — [ Had prevented her from aging a lot, or more importantly, dying. ] — But I think our wish slowed it down even more. Everything is the same as it was that day.

[ The stain of mania, the ash in her hair, the burns on her clothes, the cracked nails from trying to lift up debris... just as she wished, she has her body back at its earliest point of contamination. ]