My friends, today was the culmination of everything you have been working for, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I regret that I wasn’t able to join you at the closing night party, but based on what everyone had learned and related to me, I did not feel safe attending. Thanks to you, my family has been reunited, and I fully appreciate just how far you had to fight to get there.
Saturday morning, our investigators met with Detective Jim Tucker after setting a meeting time on Friday night. He stuck his neck out one last time by sharing information from his case files, which he corroborated against an anonymous letter he received after the murder.
Piecing together the loyalty test contained within the letter, investigators gained access to an unexpected supporter of krewe unity … Jordan! She appeared shaken after the previous night’s strangling, suggesting they familiarize themselves with the Unity Ritual they had uncovered. (Though she was conspicuously evasive about the Exorcism Ritual they researched.) Committed to convincing her recent adversary Avery of the necessity of performing the Unity Ritual tonight, she informed investigators that she would contact me directly to blast out the exact location and time.
Our new initiates from both factions met at the Whann-Bohn Mansion, where most elected to split their krewe masks apart and trade halves, bonding them into a composite show of unity. When my parents arrived, this display drew them together, allowing for the Unity Ritual to be successfully performed. They removed their headdresses and embraced, finally themselves for the first time since the Fat Tuesday Ritual went uncompleted.
Their reunion was cut short by Jordan. While my parents were overtaken by the forces of Chaos and Order, their reunion allowed for her ascension as the trickster goddess, who had been manipulating so many of the events that brought us together. Thankfully, our dedicated membership had dutifully prepared themselves to perform the Exorcism Ritual, which restored Jordan to her original self.
The Krewe de Gras is mended, thanks to everyone who was willing to help me this weekend.
I’d like to have one last chance to say goodbye before we part ways. I’ll be in the lobby of the Bourbon Orleans Hotel from 11am to noon on Sunday, with a small token of our appreciation for all of your dedication. Hope to see you there.
And thank you again. So much.