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

[dokkalfheimr]

[Oh, that's... Hm.]

I wouldn't mind, no. All you want.

[She'll settle on the ground so that he can access her a bit better, folding her legs beneath her body fairly easily; knock yourself out, Sylvando.]

[hypnowhip]

[!!! Freyja is the best!]

Thank you so much, honey.

[He rests his hand against Freyja's body and starts out with some gentle strokes. He's absolutely giddy over this, like an absolute child.

...eventually he opts to outstretch his arms and lean into her for a hug.]

Hehe, you're so soft...

[He's in fluffy heaven.]