EPILOGUE

[vault_tech]

from here until forever

EPILOGUE

Though it's only been three weeks, the vault has taught all of you an important lesson: War. War never changes.

Whether it is the wars you fight at home, the wars your comrades fight in their worlds, or the interpersonal wars you've experienced here... There is always strife and conflict, but you have still come out on top of it.

Once the reactor room party disperses, Ianthe keeps word (under Kanon's watchfull eye) and removes all of the souls from the mainframe, restoring them into their fixed up beautifully healthy bodies. It's really as if you'd never died at all!

There is still a little time to pack your things and say goodbye to the nuclear fallout shelter that has been home for a while, but then the plan will be put into action and the SNART is powered up.

The machine of miracles is fulfilling its true purpose for the first time.

And the group can move forward towards greener pastures, which are actually redder pastures, because it's hell, and there is fire. But Mordawwa is here to keep us all safe, one assumes.

And with the infinite flow of souls, the SNART can remain a permanent fixture of the underworld, allowing everyone to go where and when they'd like, freely, as many times as necessary. Until Erin has enough of everyone, at least.

((Welcome to your epilogue and congratulations on finding a way for everyone, really everyone, to live!! You can use this post for all your post-game interactions, whether that is a toplevel while still in the vault, interactions in the underworld, or even something far later than!))

NAVIGATION

Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

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Comments

[discodancer]

[ Klaasje blinks at Goro from behind a fresh haze of smoke. When she laughs, it's like waterbirds being startled into flight from the still surface of a lake, sudden and fluttering. ]

It's come up once or twice.

[ She puts her thumb to one of the corners of her mouth, half-hiding its unhappy, crooked slant of a smile behind her fingers. ]

This isn't the part where you try to feel sorry for me, right? I know you're smarter than that.

[idecidethetruth]

Not at all. You made your own choices, and I don't feel any guilt about voting for you.

[ He hasn't been able to bother with any artifice since the other shoe dropped back in the vault. In Hell, of all places, he may as well enjoy (?) a little time not having to perform for anyone before he goes back to Shido and the media circus and all the rest. ]

—It's your choice if you want to squander your second chance, too.

[discodancer]

Good. You shouldn't.

[ She did ask for it, start to finish.

And there is some relief in not having to pretend, in a way that's still leaving her half-tilted and skittish. She drops her hand and the smile with it, flicking ash off the tip of her cigarette. ]

I blew my second chance a while back. This is more like...fifth chance. Sixth, maybe.

I'll probably still fuck this one up. But it's nice of you to say that.

[ She contemplates him a while longer, this strange, clever boy. ]

Ruby told me that apologizing matters even if it doesn't change anything. I don't know if you believe that. [ She doesn't know if she believes that. ] Still. I am sorry.

I don't think I could have gone through with it. I mean, if I couldn't even let someone willing take the fall... [ A rueful twist to her mouth, her shoulders lifting in a shrug. ] I'm not going to ask you to forgive me. I don't think you should, and I don't really want you to.