[Game 20] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

Maon leads the way back towards civilization—somehow making his way easily back out through the woods, and you know, there's some things you just don't ask about.

It's a little longer walk back than it was getting there—you'd ended up popping out in a slightly different location. The sun isn't quite up enough to be causing any adverse side effects, and somehow as you walk, you find any fatigue or pain or chill drifting away, leaving you feeling rejuvinated rather than exhausted. The really happy archangel might be partially to blame for that.

The cottage soon comes into sight. Siùsaidh is sitting on the porch waiting, and Tristan's car is once again parked outside.

"Tis about time ye got back," she says firmly. "Tis been three days, and I can only mind an incubus in my home fer so long. Step inside for breakfast, now, won't ye?"

[we will continue to pick at threads in the Endgame but feel free to hit up anybody anywhere in the Epilogue! thanks for the game, see you again in three years soon ♥]

Comments

[turnonmycharm]

[pours himself another drink. we are day-drinking]

Welcome back everybody.

[rootless]

You should share.

[turnonmycharm]

I do hate drinking alone.

[pushes the chair out with one foot]

[rootless]

Good thing we came back to keep you company, right? [occupies the chair immediately.]

[wrongstory]

[he's very very genuinely glad for the success and the good news

but. politely, with a tone of "i know this is sort of rude but:"] Are there arrangements set up to return those of us who don't live here?

[turnonmycharm]

Yeah. It's easier to send everyone at once, though. Unless you have an important date arranged?

[wrongstory]

Not at all. Thank you.

[conatus]

I want the bottle.

[going inside immediately despite the sun barely being up and the angel healing side effects]

[turnonmycharm]

Yikes.

[handing it over immediately]

[conatus]

Yet you're hardly protesting.

[which means he's also gonna. sit on Tristan. in lieu of getting his own chair like a normal person.]

[redetermined]

Hi honey, we're home.

[turnonmycharm]

Welcome back. How was that? Largely uneventful?

[redetermined]

I feel I should be spamming your phone with infomercial gifs. There HAS to be a better way.

[flops on a chair next to him]

You said we'd be "reluctant to trust"?

[liarliarliar]

Glad to be back~

[you know what. He IS gonna have a drink]

[turnonmycharm]

Congratulations.

[liarliarliar]

Thank~ you~

[oneknightsstand]

Yes please on cake by the way. It wasn't three days for us.

[turnonmycharm]

They don't play well with time, hey. And you'd have to ask Ms. McKinney about the cake thing, I'm not breaking any rules in her house.

[oneknightsstand]

Awwww but it's a birthday...

[tenebrat]

Hello!

[ so very cheerful ]

Were we very long?

[turnonmycharm]

A few days. Way better than it could be. Little birdie told me it'd be about this long, though. You seem like you had fun?

[tenebrat]

Oh-- well. I think I may have caused some trouble, but nobody seemed very mad, and I have made friends with Madison and Elluka said I was good and everyone is happy and nobody got hurt, so.

I suppose it was fun. I would not mind going back.

[ for the dragon. ]

[troublebrewing]

Hello. How did you know to bring Mr. Prewett and a birthday cake?

[turnonmycharm]

Is that actually a question you want to know the answer to, or are we just going to accept the situation having worked out?

[troublebrewing]

I'll accept it, I was just curious. It's fine if it's secret. Secret father. Secret cake.