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

[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.

[souredsweet]

[the idea is a foreign one to him, but not entirely unpleasant. he nods.]

Then let's make it something unforgettable.

[throe]

There's no doubt about that. [ Her hand reaches out for a handshake yet again as one last callback to their strange bond and sealing yet another deal. ] It'll be the best performance you've ever been a part of.

[souredsweet]

[this time he actually manages to return the gesture properly, head lowered just a little.]

I can only look forward to it, in that case. ...Until next time, then.

[throe]

Right. [ Her handshake isn't firm at all, but it's a handshake nevertheless. Her smirks grows. ] I'll be seeing you on the other side.

[souredsweet]

[he has his doubts about that, but he nods once anyway. once their handshake ends, he folds his hands together and gives a proper bow before turning to leave.]

I look forward to it.