[Meeting/Catch-All] And it comes to an end, even winter... life fall

[heathencall]

[Final week, time for some drama.

Mephisto calls a meeting on Sunday in a rush. He'll keep calling meetings every night he needs to. Better make sure the women's room is nice and comfy.]

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Sunday

[heathencall]

[There's a sense of foreboding as Mephisto reads the last letter from the Phantom. He gathers every letter that's ever been sent between them, stacks of paper and secrets. He's out of the door in seconds, racing down the halls and pounding on doors. It doesn't matter how late it is, everyone is getting dragged into the women's room.

Some letters are thrown out for everyone to see. Most notably, the more recent one.]

The Wizard has chosen to end this venture this week. I will see to reviving the dead when it is completed.

I thought you were angry at him?

[Mephisto gives everyone just enough time to read the letter before speaking.]

The Phantom says he can bring our friends back. That this was always the plan. What do we make of that?

Monday

[heathencall]

[It's not a meeting, per se, though Mephisto isn't opposed to joining in one. Rather, he enters the women's room after knocking as loud as he can and announcing himself. He tapes up a few of his letters with the Phantom, important text underlined.

Interestingly, most of these pieces seem to be cut or torn from whole letters.]

I would ask that you try not to provoke him further. The murder has been his goal; the resurrection has been mine alone. We have not been in conflict over it thus far, and we are not now, but his mental state is unstable and I do not wish to test it. further.

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Verbal assaults, yes. I find him highly emotional at the best of times, and these past weeks have been tense. I am aware that you have no reason to care for his feelings; this advice remains geared towards your own safety. Were he to decide you should all die and stay dead, I do not have the power to contest him.

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Also, I do not literally have multiple trapdoors installed in my home.

Tuesday

[heathencall]

[This time, it isn't notes, but Mephisto banging on doors. Again. He certainly looks unnerved, but he doesn't answer any questions about it until they're behind closed doors.

He is, of course, still wearing his new glasses.]

I saw something. Someone. With these. [He points to his glasses.] He was in the box office.

He wasn't the only thing I saw. There were rooms that did not match up with ours. A garden where the movie room should have been. People living in the rooms that were otherwise empty. And... nothing outside. Just... abyss.