There's always a lighthouse

[thekeyofsea]

[ Blinking, bruised, but not defeated, you all stumble forward into the light. It's a quicker and easier trek downhill to the beach than it was up to the lighthouse by far - especially, perhaps, for those of you eager to see your previously fallen fellow passengers.

LeChuck comes with you, of course - not that he has much other choice, struck low by the Ultimate Insult as he is - and already on the beach or upon the ship they sailed from hell itself are the dead, ghostly but present. You can touch them, there's just a weird glow and you can kind of see their skeletons?

Jones, for his part, stands on the deck of the Dutchman, a plank lowered by his crew to the sand below for anyone who wants to speak with him. There will come a time to decide what to do next, but for now... focus on reuniting and figuring out what happens to that mean ol' LeChuck now.

Welcome to your Golden End. ]

(ooc: Congratulations, everyone! Feel free to mingle here to your hearts' content - tomorrow afternoon or evening, your ride home will be resolved, and that'll lead to an optional mingle with any Round 1 characters who wish to join and commiserate about the experience!)

Comments

[ahelpingpaw]

It does? It feels like so little after all this time!

[He's just so glad to see everybody who had died]

I was hoping for this all this time and I didn't even think of what I'd say. Hahaha, I really should have rehearsed something.

[oceangirlfriend]

Hey, it does feel more genuine this way. And an entire speech would simply feel kind of strange right now, in my personal opinion.

[ahelpingpaw]

It probably would, hahaha!

[Almost feels insufficient, though]

Well, there's a lot of time for that kinda thing anyway. For now I guess you all just want to relax.