It's the end. The problems have been resolved. The situation has been handled. More than anything else... everything is over. The Flamines are gone, leaving nothing but rubble and odd, lifeless masks in their wakes, with a contract stating they will never return. The Tellus spirits have accepted a new Bridge, and seem pleased. CERES has gone eerily quiet, most likely giving up on Cerealia as a business investment once and for all. Mosley stands near the Research Tower, adjusting his tie one last time.
Tellus has been saved. Your world has been saved.
It's time to go home, isn't it?
Time to go home after a few goodbyes, anyway.  This is Mosley.
So, you're leaving, are you? And who's going to clean up this mess? Me? Do you picture me with, what, a broom in my hand and an apron around my waist? Well, I'll have all of you know that that's just not how it works here. I'm Public Relations, not housekeeping and the fact that none of you have ever really seemed to grasp that... well! It's a good thing I'm unemployed now, isn't it? Jerks.
Oh well, guess it's time to brush up my resume. What do you think of "freelance anarchist"? ... No? I suppose I was never very anarchic. Ah, that's the way the pastry dissolves as they say. I'll figure something out. As for you? Go home already. Get out of here. I never want to see your faces again. Shoo.
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PHASE I [ 08 30 ] Mosley does have a point though. With the Flamines gone, well... everything is kind of a mess. Buildings are on fire. Structures are crumbling. Debris litters the streets. Really, it's all a disaster. Do you really want to leave this like that? (Yeah, maybe you do.)
Either way, seems you've got some time before Occidi does her thing and saves your world. If you want to visit some old Cerealian haunts, or gather your belongings, or even try to put out some fires, now's the time.
Just watch out for some falling rubble.
It would really suck to die now, of all times. Pathetic, even. People will laugh.
PHASE II [ 1200 ] But hey, all of that aside -- this is it! It's the end, and you made it! Clearly, that means it's time for a party. And Cerealia is always down for parties. It doesn't take long for the remaining functioning bots, now turned back on by your neighborhood friendly Mosley, to get to work and set up a party amidst the rubble and wreckage. There's streamers and a few blow horns, a very soggy cake that might actually have been a stolen wedding cake from one of the closed down bakeries. There's also pizza, since the robots appear to be under the impression that "pizza parties" are a very important Cerealian tradition. It's the only fresh and hot thing around though, so might as well eat up.
So it's not really that party-like, if we're honest. There's not even any music! But they at least scrounged up a small disco light at least, and hey, someone found some booze!
It won't even have any weird affects, aside from, you know, making you drunk like normal alcohol does.
That's gotta be a Cerealia first.
PHASE III [ 1430 ] Want to say good-bye to Cerealia properly? Well... ViViD seems to be back up to snuff and functioning again. There isn't the wide variety of levels there once was, but the levels that do exist seem to be safe. Fight together with your friends, take on some quests, play a few more final rounds -- you won't even feel tired afterwards.
Looks like all of those questionable business practices that ViViD was being used for have disappeared just like CERES. Now you can just play and have fun, without fear of ulterior, sinister motives. It might be a good way to pass the time! Or at least feel a little nostalgic for a while.
(Though there are still some unfortunate glitches around, like accidentally getting put in that skimpy bikini armor, or ending up in the Wrong Level. Some things never change. Even the robots seem pretty amused every time it happens.)
PHASE IV [ 1600 ] And then, just like that... it's all over. Occidi appears, lifting one branch-y arm, and there's a feeling in everyone's hearts, like something clicking properly back into place.
And their worlds are healed and whole. Occidi fades back then, allowing them their goodbyes and farewells, but the portal won't remain there forever. It doesn't look much more than a ripple in air, wide enough to allow a good handful of people to go at once, and Occidi tells them --
It will remain open for half an hour, and no more. They will have to leave by then. They can leave together, to make certain they end up in the same place, and have to simply think of home. Those who would like to go home with others -- well, make sure you're holding hands, or something like that.
And if ever they want to come back, or go to another world, well... all they'll have to do is return to Tellus. It's doable, if they try, really, really hard.
The clock's ticking. Time to finally say goodbye.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] Well.
With the return of the other robots, it seems a few others have been turned right back on again. Namely the ones wearing dinosaur suits who want nothing more than to hug you.
The hug bots are back, and they're here to make everyone feel better, since everyone seems so very, very sad! They'll even drag more than one person into a group hug if it seems like that's what they need. Go on, it's your last chance to get manhandled by a robot. Why don't you just let them do it.
For old time's sake.
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[He heard her words, and waited until there's a good opening for him to speak up.]
Are you... stuck on where to go?
[Logically, Sayo knows he can't really offer his world. Too many factors would be against it.]
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But, staying here, with so few of my friends... It is not much better than going home where I have no one.
sorry for the late! feel free to drop or continue
[Sayo finally suggests, but after a moment, he continues.]
I would like to... but I don't think you would be as happy in my world.