After all he's been through tonight, this is the lighting and backdrop he deserves. He spends several moments looking beautiful yet lightly traumatized, one hand gently resting on the maple as he stands in a patch of filtered sunlight.
Take a picture and put it on the cover of The Wizarding World News, baby. This look is Iconic.
Edited (it's,,,, open++) 2020-06-11 19:32 (UTC)
ARMANI POSES BEAUTIFULLY AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE
Forever a stage mom (sister) (whatever), Chanel near on drags the nearest infiltrating journalist over to this gorgeous tableau. She refuses to answer any of their questions herself.
Edited (This is late and dumb but I am Lost without these dumb kids so) 2020-06-17 13:53 (UTC)
This sure as hell isn't what Eddy expected when they started fucking around with some weird rocks. Bodies swarm all over the central green, but he ignores them, for now. The urgency is over. The threat has passed. And there is one hell of a magnificent maple tree proving it. Looking at it now is overwhelming, too many emotions to process, but he doesn't want to leave either.
They did that. All of them. Together.
He rests on the grass against a chunk of prop meteor debris, and his NASA hoodie and eyeliner have both seen better days too. His attention is pulled away by an insistent gnawing on his hand and he looks down to discover Mickey has somehow managed to find him in all the chaos.
"Still can't get rid of you," he says and with a tired smile he scoops her up.
The moss on Audrey's arm and shoulder is flaking off, but she doesn't want to brush it away. The feeling of things growing on her has become something comforting. Safe. The cicada brooch stays clutched in her hand, still, even after the battle's been won. The war's been won. Lichen grows and fades, and she's sure one day it'll stop altogether. But for now.
She's absolutely just wandering around, but she sees someone familiar. Who might understand the comfort of some moss. And. "Oh. A friend."
She's not sure she's been introduced to this one. She sinks beside Eddy without invitation to say hi to his mouse.
Once she's been assured everyone's probably alive, Chanel seeks out her dress. She doesn't put it back on, but examines it carefully for rips and tears. Hmm. Mendable. Just like the rest of the damage. She feels at peace about that, now. About everything. Chanel makes sure no one's watching (yet) as she sinks down to sit at the maple's roots, letting plant life embrace her (though god only knows why, having recently learned plants are lethal. This one's probably ok.)
Then. Then, and only then does Chanel drop her myriad improvised weaponry. She turns over her phone, which her parents are inevitably going to blow up even though reception isn't good. And finally, first one then the other, she kicks off the heels she insisted on running around in all evening. She allows herself to smile. Everyone knows this is the best part of fancy nights.
It'll be a minute before anyone can come for Kermie. His aunt had to switch shifts and find someone willing to drop her off next to an all-night year-round Halloween store in a sketchy part of town so she could catch a portkey to West Virginia, and the lines were really long so she was stuck waiting for like four hours, and then they only dropped her off in Huntington and — basically, Kermie's got a minute to wait.
Which is good, because he's not ready to leave yet. Not ready to say goodbye to his friends and this town and high school life.
And super not ready to say goodbye to Spellunking, hello sweet eighties looking windbreakers. Kermit didn't get dirty, he spent most of the night sleeping in a little blue pod, but that doesn't mean he can't take advantage of some fresh duds.
"Oh, this is gonna offset my teeth beautifully," he announces, grabbing a hanger off the rack outside Spellunking and holding it up to his body. Kermit spins to show it off to the nearest person.
Edited (bringin' it back to his first ever thread 😭) 2020-06-11 20:47 (UTC)
Once things have calmed down, once everyone's been accounted for, once the only thing left is to go home with whichever brother their parents send them, Jupiter swings by the Zippy Dip, and, finding a crowd, slips behind the counter to help old Zippary make shakes. She'd never admit it, but behind the counter serving up treats to exhausted peers is the most soothed she's felt since prom started.
"I want OT for this," she mentions to Zippy as she slings floats and sundaes to anyone who wants one.
With a Zippy Dip t-shirt tucked into her prom cummerbund, Jupiter brandishes her ice cream scoop at anyone who approaches the counter, wiggling her eyebrows. "If you thought last night was bad, let me whip you up an experimental shake."
River valleys make for a hot, muggy summer days, and this one's got Winter hunting for shade before noon. Sure, she could just go home. It's a short walk to the edge of the main drag. But her dad's out here helping Pompel and Swint with potion ingredients, and most of the rest of the town, of Peckenpaugh, is still milling about.
Once she's pulled a three-sized-too-large Pizza Pi(e)rates t-shirt on over her tattered dress, she wanders back to city hall and finds a spot beneath a tree where the vines have been cleared away. Good enough. She plops down, sprawls out, and runs her fingers through the grass. Exhausted, but still too frightened to fall asleep, she watches the clouds roll by.
He feels empty. For five minutes, one night, he had a definitive purpose.Kill the vines, save the world. Clear objective. All he really had to do was swing whatever weapon was in his hand at the enemy. He was good at that. But now, he's wandering the streets of the little town, all alone. Which, to be fair, he's never been very good at.
It's over, and he's going home weeks before he was supposed to, and Boston seems far away and awful. He's not ready to go, without the chance of coming back. There's so much more to resolve. And god, what if he has to go to St. Hyginus next year. Jesus.
There's a solace, and it's the little snitch that he bought from Pouch what feels like years ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet. But it's just another relic, really. And in case he doesn't come back. Maybe now's the time to release it. He smiles to no one, and releases the little golden ball. "Catch." He says, to whoever could be listening, and lets the little thing fly.
Edited (a completionist who cannot rest without tagging as everyone pls ignore me) 2020-06-12 04:17 (UTC)
"So this is weird," she says, when things have calmed and the streets are clean again.
They're on a bench outside of Pizza Pi(e)rates, half in the sun and half in the shade. Imogen's pulled her sneakered feet up, arms wrapped around her folded legs. There are still cuts and bruises on both sets of limbs: warped little roses of purple, weird slashes, pebble-shaped gashes.
"Leaving," is the lazy clarification, a second later. The last syllable melts into a familiar half-grin aimed directly, drily, at Merlin. Imogen knows she sounds like someone who cares right now. A self-aware joke. In truth, she's over a lot of it: packed up already and set to escape to California any second now. Life is meant for change.
Patrice is tired. Not just because the evening felt like it went on forever, not just because he had to climb shit and tromp through memories and try to fight off vines. He's emotionally exhausted, too, enough so that his mind drifts to tiny Desmond, sitting on a bench much like the one he's seated on now in town, and it makes him want to lie down. So, he does, head thunking onto the wooden slats of the seat of the bench. He's lost his suit jacket somewhere, but it doesn't matter. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly.
"I'm thirsty," he laments to nobody, because complaining about that is easier than complaining about everything else swirling around in his head.
Thank you so much this entire story was so beautiful and I am so grateful to have been even a little part of it and the only reason this is so mushy is that Endgame Feelings have all caught up to me at this exact moment and I was really proud of myself for not crying but HERE WE ARE
onnnn the topic of end game threads i am low on words but gonna try to toss some starters up tomorrow, but if anyone wants something specific lemme knowwwwwww
I was zonked and useless yesterday. Today I'm less so. SO! If anyone wants to thread with Merlin, Aris, or Zadie, hmu~ I'll maybe post an open or two during my lunch break or after work. ♥
Also, please know that anyone and everyone was welcome at Aris' grandparents' place during all this. Take some food, borrow some clothes, have a lie down, pet an owl.
AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE
ARMANI POSES BEAUTIFULLY AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE
Take a picture and put it on the cover of The Wizarding World News, baby. This look is Iconic.
ARMANI POSES BEAUTIFULLY AT THE BASE OF THE MAGNIFICENT MAPLE
A Small Reunion (Open++)
They did that. All of them. Together.
He rests on the grass against a chunk of prop meteor debris, and his NASA hoodie and eyeliner have both seen better days too. His attention is pulled away by an insistent gnawing on his hand and he looks down to discover Mickey has somehow managed to find him in all the chaos.
"Still can't get rid of you," he says and with a tired smile he scoops her up.
Two Small Reunions
She's absolutely just wandering around, but she sees someone familiar. Who might understand the comfort of some moss. And. "Oh. A friend."
She's not sure she's been introduced to this one. She sinks beside Eddy without invitation to say hi to his mouse.
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Two Small Reunions
Chanel Rests (Open++)
Then. Then, and only then does Chanel drop her myriad improvised weaponry. She turns over her phone, which her parents are inevitably going to blow up even though reception isn't good. And finally, first one then the other, she kicks off the heels she insisted on running around in all evening. She allows herself to smile. Everyone knows this is the best part of fancy nights.
Dumb Girls Rest
Dumb Girls Rest
Dumb Girls Rest
Dumb Girls Rest
ELFLOCK FALLS
ELFLOCK FALLS: Kermie + OPEN+++
Which is good, because he's not ready to leave yet. Not ready to say goodbye to his friends and this town and high school life.
And super not ready to say goodbye to Spellunking, hello sweet eighties looking windbreakers. Kermit didn't get dirty, he spent most of the night sleeping in a little blue pod, but that doesn't mean he can't take advantage of some fresh duds.
"Oh, this is gonna offset my teeth beautifully," he announces, grabbing a hanger off the rack outside Spellunking and holding it up to his body. Kermit spins to show it off to the nearest person.
ELFLOCK FALLS: Kermie + Audrey (again)
ELFLOCK FALLS: Kermie + Audrey (again)
ELFLOCK FALLS: Kermie + Audrey (again)
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip (OPEN++)
"I want OT for this," she mentions to Zippy as she slings floats and sundaes to anyone who wants one.
With a Zippy Dip t-shirt tucked into her prom cummerbund, Jupiter brandishes her ice cream scoop at anyone who approaches the counter, wiggling her eyebrows. "If you thought last night was bad, let me whip you up an experimental shake."
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Jupiter Waits in the Zippy Dip & A DUMB SHADOW
Winter Reclines (OPEN++)
Once she's pulled a three-sized-too-large Pizza Pi(e)rates t-shirt on over her tattered dress, she wanders back to city hall and finds a spot beneath a tree where the vines have been cleared away. Good enough. She plops down, sprawls out, and runs her fingers through the grass. Exhausted, but still too frightened to fall asleep, she watches the clouds roll by.
Winter & Presley
Winter & Presley
Winter & Presley
Winter & Presley
Winter & Presley
ELFLOCK FALLS: Catch. (Open++)
It's over, and he's going home weeks before he was supposed to, and Boston seems far away and awful. He's not ready to go, without the chance of coming back. There's so much more to resolve. And god, what if he has to go to St. Hyginus next year. Jesus.
There's a solace, and it's the little snitch that he bought from Pouch what feels like years ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet. But it's just another relic, really. And in case he doesn't come back. Maybe now's the time to release it. He smiles to no one, and releases the little golden ball. "Catch." He says, to whoever could be listening, and lets the little thing fly.
ELFLOCK FALLS: Drive-By Catch
ELFLOCK FALLS: Drive-By Catch
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
They're on a bench outside of Pizza Pi(e)rates, half in the sun and half in the shade. Imogen's pulled her sneakered feet up, arms wrapped around her folded legs. There are still cuts and bruises on both sets of limbs: warped little roses of purple, weird slashes, pebble-shaped gashes.
"Leaving," is the lazy clarification, a second later. The last syllable melts into a familiar half-grin aimed directly, drily, at Merlin. Imogen knows she sounds like someone who cares right now. A self-aware joke. In truth, she's over a lot of it: packed up already and set to escape to California any second now. Life is meant for change.
"Oh, the memories," she drawls.
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
"I'm thirsty," he laments to nobody, because complaining about that is easier than complaining about everything else swirling around in his head.
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
ELFLOCK FALLS: Patrice & Desmond
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oh my god guys it was all so good
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Anyway I want end threads too
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and took a napbut now I'm here with WAY TOO MANY FEELINGS???You guys made such a wonderful game and I'm so glad I got to play in it.
Now I want to do ALL the post endgame threads please.
And also if someone could kill my characters so I don't have to figure out their futures that would be great too
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Also, please know that anyone and everyone was welcome at Aris' grandparents' place during all this. Take some food, borrow some clothes, have a lie down, pet an owl.
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Also, Felicity definitely went to the cops and tattled on Al Falco.