WEEK SEVEN: AFTERPARTY

Rise and shine, little deadlings. Or maybe you're not so dead anymore? The party at Satan's mansion is just about dying down after a full twenty-four hours, but there's still a few things left to take care of. Several of you managed to outdrink the big boss, but your proposal had to be reviewed overnight. You can't just win without an official offer, can you?
It takes time. But this is the first Sunday you don't hear the ringing of the bells. This is the first Sunday you don't find yourself compelled to head for a ferry, venture toward an island and file in to watch one of your companions slaughter another.
Instead, all phones will go off with the sound of a new Beek.

The winners of yesterday's drinking contest have been granted a prize with the following stipulations:
- The Personal Demons have been deemed so successful at torture that I am promoting them. They are now allowed to terrorize victims of their own choosing, living or dead, and will be granted travel to accommodate where their decision leads them.
- Some of the newbies have made it clear that they wish to remain in Hell and are eager to work under me. As such, their torture will be a temporary banishment from Hell to deny them. While other newbies wished to return home, doing so with the knowledge that this is thanks to Mephisto is their torture. This is perhaps the worst cruelest torture possible.
- Ferries will depart on a per-world basis, so as to confuse any returning newbies who don't pay close enough attention to the destination on the sign, and are forced into a world other than their own.
- All newbies will be forced to maintain relatively active Bicker accounts, because social media is its own kind of torture.
- Your request for profit shares is rejected. However all merch profits earned from your group will go into improving the program for future newbies.
- I ordered you guys some T*co Bell.
- You don't get to decide Graham's fate but nothing good will happen to him.
- Posting feet pics will not insta-kill you. It should, though.
- Bloody Mary may see me in my office for an impromptu photo-shoot.
Just like that...it's over. Hell feels a little less oppressive, and somehow, someway, you actually managed to find a loophole and win. Those of you who wish to stay may stay as long as you'd like, even if it's forever. But for those of you who wish to go, ferries will depart from the docks whenever you're ready, able to lead you back to whatever time and place you wish to go. You may take whatever you wish from this place, including your phones with Bicker access to stay in touch.
But you don't have to go right away. Surely you want to stick around and say goodbye, don't you? There's the other participants to speak to, and the personal demons and Satan as well. They're all available to you until the last departing newbie leaves. There are ferries running to all of the islands as well, so you may venture off for one more day of "fun" with those you've grown close to. Or those you wish to beat up one more time. Whatever. We're not in charge of you anymore.
Enjoy your second chance, hellions. What a time to be alive.
Good morning everybody, and happy endgame! Your proposal has been granted, and the game has now ended. A few notes for clarity.
-Characters are free to return to their original worlds, or they may go to another world of their choosing, or they may stay in Hell.
-They are free to keep their phones and the Bicker app in order to remain in contact.
-Unfortunately, world-hopping is not an option at this time. Characters will have to pick a place to go and stay there. Anything that happens after that is outside of the realm of Hell.
-Audiences are open for one more day if you have anything else you'd like from your demons and/or Satan.
-Please turn in your PCs, as we will be sharing the directory upon completion.
-Your final CR chart is here.
-We have a feedback post here, TL;CR post here and a friending/love meme here.
-Thank you for playing in our little game! We hope you all had fun, and we look forward to hanging out in the server with you until next time ♥

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just some guy here out by the ferries? dressed in all gray clothes, with a big pair of glasses over his nose that he takes off and cleans on his sweater. he then squints up at the sun. squints around the ferries, and then sighs as he puts his glasses back on and pushes them up his nose. ]
Not sure what was worse, the bubble or having to stand by and watch it all like that. Cam's going to lose it.
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where do all of you keep coming from.]
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anyway this Guy perks up a little bit immediately and trots over as he's being squinted at. ]
Dawnslight - you know, I had a lot of questions for you about that void magic of yours. I'd love to get to talk with you about it, if you've got a minute or two to chat. Nice to meet you in person.
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[is that what was going on is that how you know him. he can only assume so.]
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Might've looked a little bonier the last time you saw me.
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THE BONE HAND WAS SECRETLY CUTE what in the fuck]
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[makes a gesture with his own hand.]
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How's a bit complicated. The rest - Hex is not my name. Palmades Sextus, Master Warden of the Sixth House, is. Part time pet, apparently. Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance for real.
[ he'll hold out his hand for a handshake! ]
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[he takes the hand! handshake. there is some slight trepidation, like he's afraid it might suddenly be a bone hand or something.]
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which, dryly: ] I'm not going to turn to dust. Already did my turn at that, think this time it's going to stick, unless my cav grinds me to a powder when she realizes I've been gone. As far as I can tell, whatever bit you gave in there about attendees to the party must've applied.
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[congratulations on not being a hand, sir.]
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what]
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Nav. Clean out your pockets once in a while, would you?
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-- When did you. What? Sextus?
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[ surprise ] Well - I wasn't going to give you my actual name, it seemed a bit useless, but, here we are nevertheless. Relatively intact if not for my dignity.
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Oh, God. I have to kill you. There's no way around it, you've seen too much.
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anyway ]
Nonagesimus.
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Well, we didn't manage to get you out so I suppose you'll be staying here. Goodbye.
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[ what
anyway ] It's not like I didn't attend the party, anyway, and I'm not sure if this situation would be currently occurring were things still the same. So, I'm off on a grand adventure on a ferry to find Camilla, and then, I guess I'll be back to waiting for you.
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...Well. Please do let me know if you find her. There are some matters I must attend to, but I don't precisely want to leave you to be slaughtered in our place if it can be helped.