WEEK SEVEN: FAREWELL

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FAREWELL

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As Sunday morning arrives…you may find yourself actually sleeping in? For the first time in several weeks, you do not find yourself awakening at 9am. You don’t have that slight nagging feeling that you’re going to be late. You don’t feel pressed to rush out the door and go somewhere.

The restaurant is currently serving a piping hot breakfast, and your luggage is packed nice and neatly. Somewhere outside, it’s almost like you can hear the pleasant chirping of birds.

And then…the hotel begins to rumble. It’s the same ominous, quaking movement, building swaying from side to side before the front door of the lobby suddenly bursts open. Your stay at the hotel is over, dear guests. But perhaps you ought to venture outside and see what’s new.

Along the grounds of the hotel are several portals that have been opened, dark swirling shadows that remain for you to venture through once you’re ready to depart. However, these portals work in two directions. While you have the understanding that stepping through one of these portals will send you wherever you’d like, you may notice there are people starting to exit through them.

Your hostages are safe. They are delivered one by one, unharmed and returned to you for you to bring them back where they belong. The original staff also appears to finally be released...do be careful with them.

But that’s not all. Every now and then the portal will flicker and someone new and unexpected will exit. Your friends from home may step through these portals. You may recognize some of these as people that you’ve met in your previous murder adventures, too. All of them seem to be in possession of a flyer that reads:

Congratulations! You’ve won an all-expenses paid visit to the Starlight Hotel. Check-in begins at 3. Please sign on the dotted line upon arrival.

You may want to warn them, actually.

You don’t have to be a guest of the hotel to enjoy its fine amenities one last time. All of the floors have been opened once again, and every room is accessible except for your previous bedrooms. You will also find that you’ve been unnerfed, powers you once possessed returning to you and back where they belong.

Everything is peaceful…until you hear the sound of the Nightman.

H̸o̷w̴ ̴c̸o̷u̸l̵d̸ ̵y̸o̴u̸ ̸n̵o̶t̶ ̸f̶i̷n̵d̷ ̴a̴ ̴l̷o̶o̵p̴h̴o̶l̴e̵?̷ ̸N̷o̴w̵ ̵t̴h̷e̴y̷'̴r̵e̶ ̸a̶l̷l̸ ̷f̶r̵e̸e̵!̵

Hm…too bad. It seems as though the proprietor of this hotel is unhappy with circumstances. But regardless of where you look, you wouldn’t be able to find him. Seems like he’s gone off to try and restructure his business model.

As a parting gift from the Starlight Hotel, you will find that your typewriters are now pocket-sized palm pilot models. You do want to stay in touch, don’t you? It’s been several long weeks for all of you…

…you can check out anytime you want, but you can finally leave.

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Happy Golden End, friends! You may use this post to thread out your final day at the hotel. You can thread with your hostages if you'd like. In addition this post is open to past gamemates or canonmates. You are free to bring characters from previous games or their canonmates to play off of each other.

As the post states, everyone's powers are back and you have universal texting. Fun! Characters will be able to return to their own worlds or depart for another world of their choosing whenever they'd like to leave.

Should you have any questions about their current condition, or simply questions about endgame mechanics in general, please feel free to ask us. Have fun!

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Comments

[illomened]

Is that where her interests lie? What an unusual person...

[Does he really have room to judge given the company he himself keeps.]

[ercnerd]

[No.]

She's from Kounat. Engineering is in her blood. That's why she's determined to take me apart: She's convinced that my body was altered with technology to acquire immortality.

[illomened]

But it wasn't, right?

[GIRL HELP. Not that he can ever judge anyone for simply not taking someone else's word for something again after Virgo Door Heist.]

[ercnerd]

Of course not. I just received a transfusion.

[She already takes enough of his blood. But a dissection? No. He's not going to allow that.]

[illomened]

You have it quite difficult, don't you...

[Reaching out to pat his shoulder. He would simply not know how to react if someone wanted to dissect him as badly as this lady seems to want to dissect Sieghart.]

[ercnerd]

[He's better off not knowing.

In any case, Souji can enjoy patting the shoulder with a new arm. Sieghart's yet to dress it, leaving it bare next to its armored counterpart.]

. . . Do you think she'd jump through the portal if I were to throw the typewriter into it?

[illomened]

[Naked arm...]

Perhaps, but don't you need that?

[ercnerd]

[As naked as the day it was brought into this life.]

For what?

[illomened]

[Supreme Nakedness.]

Ah - do you just mean a random one? Not the one you're being allowed to take back, yes?

[He'd beat Sieghart up otherwise. Not that it matters but listen.]

[ercnerd]

What good is a random one going to do? An ordinary typewriter won't hold her attention long enough for me to slip by.

[illomened]

What if she were to break it in a way that you couldn't make use of it again, then?

[ercnerd]

If it breaks, it breaks. But I doubt Mari will leave it alone in that case.

[illomened]

If it breaks, how are we meant to keep in contact? [BINCH.]

[ercnerd]

The mansion was an exception: I'm not one for exchanging letters.

But if you're that concerned, she won't rest until she fixes it.

[illomened]

[HE'S GONNA SHAKE THIS MAN DOWN.]

Since the mansion was an exception, you should make an exception for those from it, too. But that does ease my concerns, somewhat.

[ercnerd]

[Try him.]

If I keep making exceptions, there won't be exceptions anymore. What's there to be concerned about, anyway?

[illomened]

You can make just this one more! It won't kill you. [hehe dead people jokes. He also simply does not address the question.]

[ercnerd]

It won't, but it's too troublesome. I already carry enough on me as it is.

[illomened]

If you don't carry it around with you, then I'll have to come bother you in person instead.

[ercnerd]

Will you? Go ahead and do that, then.

[illomened]

[HELP.]

--Really? You would be okay with it?

[ercnerd]

You can handle yourself in a fight. What reason do I have to be against it?

[illomened]

[He's just like !!! because he's absolutely going to take advantage of this.]

Whenever I'd like?

[ercnerd]

You can come by anytime, but that doesn't mean I'll always be around to receive you.

[illomened]

So I can meet and befriend other people who know you?