The End

[productions]

murder manor end



goodbye

[Eventually, the storm dies down, and finally, there's a stillness in the air. Open the door to the servants' wing, and find yourself in a crumbling, dilapidated hallways. There are twenty two doors in here. Down the sides of the hallway, you'll find doors with the names of players carved into them. Some doors are marked with the names of the living, some with the names of the dead. Some of you will find you share a door with someone else - Sonia and Gundam, Stiles and Lydia, Dave and Kanaya, and the nations, to name a few.

Then there is the door at the very end of the hallway, which is unmarked.

Which door you step through is up to you, but once you open a door, there's no coming back.

There's a sense of foreboding in this place; you don't want to linger here too long. But take your time to say goodbye to anyone who doesn't follow through a door with you.]

Comments

[hollowheart]

It was. [For emphasis, Annie clasps Kanaya's other hand, raising them both to her lips in what is hopefully a completely and nauseatingly sugary gesture that would put Poland off interrogating them about their future love life.]

[notyetlost]

[Ahaha you guys are cute... for murdering murderesses of murder.]

[notyetlost]

H-hey!

[His floppy over sized sleeves have betrayed him.]

[vytis]

[Thoughtfully:] You'd probably be easier to handle with a bridle, but that will have to do for now.

1/2

[notyetlost]

Excuse you!

[speakveryclearly]

[Thank you for showing some mercy, Poland. Kanaya doesn't maintain eye contact with him for long after he goes silent, instead choosing to focus on the door before herself and Annie. Everything in her line of vision - in front, that is, not beside her - is completely mysterious and unpredictable. The images projected onto Skaia's foil never prepared her for this. Perhaps what she knows about the path ahead isn't comprehensive. There is one constant in her future, and it's pretty positive in her opinion.

Her hand reaches out for the door but stops just over the handle; her craftswoman's fingers are already bent into a curved shape. She turns to her partner.]

We should probably open this together, in the spirit of things.

2/2

[notyetlost]

I'm totally gonna punch you-- hold on. [He can definitely get out of this, jus you watch. He just needs to wriggle a bit and shimmy around and tug that way--!!

Or um! If he can get his pants off-- no they're being held up by the sleeves.

Maybe he can climb out through the neck part-- AGH!]



Liet!

[vytis]

[Lithuania wins this time.]


I'll untie you once we're home.

[...]

If you ask nicely.

[hollowheart]

[It's such a sentimental gesture, and were Annie not a sentimental creature-as much as she can argue against it--she wouldn't have chosen to exchange tokens earlier. Her left hand in Kanaya's, she reaches with her right hand to place it flat against the surface of the door so as to push it open as soon as Kanaya turns the handle.

This is her cue to turn and run back, not to the safety of her world--there's never been much safety in it--but to the certainty and familiarity of her previous struggles. And yet, that pull thuds shallow in her heart, just an afterthought. She's always looked forward, so why not in a new direction?]

Goodbye, Poland. [And thank you for everything, she adds silently, casting him one last glance over her shoulder before pushing the door open.]

[notyetlost]

If you did this to Italy he'd like totally die you know!

[Huff!

No, okay even Poland thinks this is kind of funny. Or at least the corners of his mouth are admitting it for him.]

We'll see about that.

[vytis]

[Taking Poland's belt off, since it's not like Poland's sleeves aren't sort of doing the job of the belt anyway. He is going to wrap it around Poland's stomach instead.]

There, now you have reins.

[Technically they should be up by Poland's mouth, but there was that whole smothering incident.]

[notyetlost]

[He's grateful for that at least. If it was up by his mouth, how would he talk?]

Is this some kind of kinky equine fantasy of yours?

[You can't silence this kind of crucial conversation.]

[vytis]

Poland! [Flustering and yanking on the belt.] You're the one who likes horses and ponies.

[notyetlost]

[Oof-- he has internal organs in there, chill out Liet.]

Not like that!

God, Lithium is like right there, don't say stuff like that! [Embarrassing!]

[throe]

Exactly! We won't have to be playing by anyone's rules but our own. No designated killers or exploding bodies or any of this... [ She grins. ] Just a game, in the most simplest explanation of the word.

[teenspirit]

A new sound... from a place of inspiration unique to everyone to hear it. It won't be imitated!

[ It's such a nice thing to dream of... and to hope possible. ]

[teenspirit]

Yes. I understand. We all have our responsibilities. [ She does, too. ]

[teenspirit]

[ She returns the hug with warmth. ]

Nonsense. It is I that has learned from you!

[teenspirit]

Anything is possible. I shall tear that game down... I will expose its truth. And then- yes- let us celebrate.

[ It's hard, thinking of going through that door, but she is genuinely hopeful. ]

[teenspirit]

I only contributed as much as the others.

[teenspirit]

[ She smiles gently. ]

I don't need anything... But if you insist, I suppose I could think of something.

[throe]

You're getting the hang of our music already. The Misfits and Jem and the Holograms only wish they could step away from their trite, ordinary sound to create something so perfect.

[balzams]

I already said I wasn't...

You don't have to worry, I'm staying with the rest of you.

[And he feels that it's important to vocalize it]

[balzams]

You're not wrong, I suppose it's just how drastically they've changed.

Which would be best for you?

[balzams]

[He gives her a warm smile. It's not something he expected to hear from her]

You too. No matter where you decide to go from here, I hope you can find peace eventually.