There's always a lighthouse

[wheremst]

And just like that, you wake up in the basement of a lighthouse in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. There's a circle of 25 pods in the middle of the room, and two more in a room off to the side, and you can imagine who is in which.

An elevator to the side of the room leads up to the ground floor (or to the first sub-basement, if you want to check out the machine that brought you here), where you can for the first time in weeks look out a window and see the sky. Its a beautiful sunny day, with a strong breeze on the grassy ground of the island where the lighthouse stands. Have you ever been this happy to hear seagulls?

You're free. Whatever comes next, you're free and you won. Take some time to relish your victory, won't you? Reunite with friends you thought you had lost, go forth and just... well, enjoy this.

Comments

[mouflon]

Honestly, I don't blame you. It's a lot of people, especially considering they way things have been.

[ It feels crazy, thinking there were ever this many people around at once. And in a much smaller space than where they are now, too. ]

Still, we're the conquering heroes. Might as well soak up the praise for once.

[bolderfell]

No thanks.

[Ugh.]

You're more than welcome to my share. For free, even.

[mouflon]

Hm? I'm surprised. I figured that kind of thing would be a nice change of pace for you.

[bolderfell]

People praise me all the time. They just don't know it's me they're talking about.

["Praise," "spread rumors about after a couple ales," potato, potahto.]

Honestly, it makes me uncomfortable. Even if they're grateful, can't we all just... appreciate that we didn't die in friendly silence.