Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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THURSDAY

[airlockedmods]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Things have hardly settled in the mansion, but it almost feels like a facsimile of normal enough that he tries to go about his morning workout routine. Eats breakfast at a reasonable hour. Pretends for a while like he's not absolutely horrified at the idea that someone else might be dead by morning.

He only brushes by the memorial garden because...eh. What he's way more interested is Kip's room, because...it just fits better, okay? If Queenie happens to be there (or, fuck, Nishitani), then...maybe, y'know, you should find a way to lock the room up again or something, cuz he's coming in. This is a good place to have some feelings, right?

Later on, sometime in the afternoon when he looks...not quite chipper, but there's an idea in his head and a bounce in his step, he can be found pilfering the rest areas for their pillows. He sure is lugging them all to the fourth floor...

If you want to know what he's up to or what the fuck the eventual commotion up there is, there will be a sign outside the dance studio: WARNING: SLIPPERY

Why? Because he's lined the bottom of the mirror walls with pillows, and the entire floor otherwise seems to be coated in a slick substance. What it is might be a surprise unless you find one empty bottle of 90 lbs of lube and another full one tucked away in case it needs refreshed. If you peek in, you can see Church in boarding shorts skating or sliding along the floor, either grabbing onto one of the bars or crashing into a pillow, or doing ridiculous spins. He is also, yes, in fact, covered in lube.

...Anyway.

And then in the evening at some point, after thorough showering, he'll be in the dining room, at his old posted up list of years everyone was from in relative order. He takes a marker and starts crossing out names. Maybe lube luge slip'n'slide didn't help as much as it seemed?]

dance studio

[theundertaker]

[...This explains why all the rest areas are suspiciously naked, oh my god.]

You are going to break both your legs. [also please don't die???]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Good thing we've got a first aid room! [Wheeeee--oof, he comes to a stop by the doorway, and by come to a stop I mean he bumps into the wall and hangs on.] I'll be fine. [WILL he???]

Dance studio

[serrata]

[ ... She had no idea what she was expecting from CAUTION: SLIPPERY but lube 'n' slide was pretty far down on the list.

She just stares as he spins past, like a beautiful, lube-covered ballerina. ]

... I'm... Is this really what you've been doing all morning?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He lives to be occasionally unpredictable. Look at him go...]

Not all morning, no, but...you would not believe how hard it can be to get this shit all over a floor.

dance studio

[scourgingstars]

...Why.

[That was really all Ardyn could think to say, confronted with this particular sight. Why, Church, do you do the things that you do. Ever.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ever hear the phrase 'refuge in audacity'? [LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL FIGURE SKATER sliding on his side all the way into pillows, grinning like a fool.]

Kip's Room

[goteachother]

[It's a very good place to have feelings and Queenie has spent the last 36 hours doing exactly that.

She's curled up on the bed, unraveling a pink sheet this time, winding the long weft thread onto another set of q-tip bobbins. Her lips are stained red from some of the candies she's been stealing and it looks like the candy bowl is rather lacking in cherry candies. She's stashed those away for herself. They taste like him.

She's wearing Kip's red flannel like a nightgown, barely buttoned but she wasn't expecting anyone.]

Leonard?

[brokencode]

[Thursday brought, if not higher spirits, at least a need to continue moving throughout the Sweet. There was no sense wallowing, no matter what happened. Yes, there was a growing ball of dread in her stomach, a fear for what the night might bring and what the morning would reveal.

But for now? For now she needed to relax. Today, she returned to the spa, where she deposited a bath bomb into the water of a tub and clambered right in. Thankfully, she had the forethought to wear a bathing suit, so there would be no need to worry about exposing herself.

Later, she would move to the second floor rest area, where she busied herself with painting her toenails. She didn't bother with her hands, knowing that she would only mess up her left hand, and make the whole thing look a mess.

She could take pleasure in the little things, for now.

Through all of this, Angel was never really alone. Her little robot companion hovered around her, occasionally butting into her with a robotic scream. To anyone else, it was probably annoying. To her, the girl who enjoyed Claptraps, Dumpy was quite charming.]

rest area

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna almost doesn't check this room. She's kind of been avoiding it since people keep turning up dead or deadish here. But fortunately she's instead found someone very much alive.]

Hello, Dame Angel.

[everylittlesecret]

[SOMEONE IS IN A MUCH BETTER MOOD because tree murder. Nari has decided that today the tattoo parlor would be the place to be. Guess who is sitting in a chair and carefully inking stars on her right leg? It's a small trail up the side of her leg, and after figuring out how to use the tattoo gun, the little marks aren't that hard to make. So anyone else want a tattoo?

After tattoo time, she's in the dining room with a bunch of stuff she's been wanting to get rid of. The sign reads Garage Sale: Garage Sold Separately. There's a bandage wrapped loosely around the newly tattooed leg that can always be a convo starter, too. Feel free to grab things or stop by and chat.

The last stop of the day is the garden, where she's spreading ashes on the plants and tending to the flowers. No, these are not Kip's ashes. Just ashes of the tree she decided to destroy the night before. Ash is good for some plants after all. She's up for a chat and/or some help.]

(bangs hands on desk) TATTOO TIME TATTOO TIME TATTOO TIME

[serrata]

[ ... huh.

She hadn't expected to see anyone in here again -- in fact, she'd only spotted Nari while she was passing the room and done a double-take when she realized she was in the chair with the needle set up and everything. Goodness gracious. ]

... Nari...?

[ Quietly, because she doesn't want to startle her when she's holding a sharp object and all. ]

Dining room

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Since he's in slightly more workable condition today than he was this past Sunday, Junpei's taking the opportunity to unload some of the bigger things he's received that he doesn't want--including a particular sundress. Why do the Benefactors want him to have so much women's clothing?

The sight of the bandage startles him, and he points with his robot finger.]

Nari, what happened?

[Every time he blinks, someone's getting hurt. ...Usually him, but still!]

Tattoo Parlor

[brokencode]

[Hello, Nari. The tattooed wonder is going to come up to you, stare at the work on your leg, and then quickly grimace.]

Doesn't that hurt?

Tattoo the nun

[desperateprayer]

...Those are pretty.

[ Listen, she's gonna check on everyone. And you doing better is good. ]

dining room

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church has mostly left his junk in the room but he's taken some of the pieces back and forth. Some of it just seems too nice or weird or meaningful to just...leave out. So here's Church, setting up, kicking back. Lube-free. Thankfully.]

everybody wants a tattoo even yakuzas

[buddyoldpal]

Ya figure out how ta use that fuckin' thing, huh?

[ Machines are lame but also it's not like anyone smuggled a bamboo/irezumi kit in here... ]

What're the stars fer?

[goteachother]

[Around lunch time there's another of Queenie's signature pink sparkly signs that appears in the dining room.]

Anyone that wants company tonight is welcome to join me in Kip's room. I don't think it's safe for anyone to be alone tonight. He wanted to keep us safe, the least we can do is try to do the same for each other.

Please. If not with me everyone please stay with someone.

~Q

[Queenie herself is only out long enough to snag something to eat that isn't more of Kip's candy. Then she'll be in Kip's Room for the rest of the evening, making lace and singing softly to herself.]

Kip's Room

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He comes early enough--afternoon, really--to indicate he doesn't plan on staying the night. But he comes bearing gifts: a pink outerwear set that may seem familiar, folded carefully over his arm. So she won't have to see that right away.

He doesn't barge in, but knocks first, waiting to see if she's up to the company.]

Queenie? It's Junpei.

[brokencode]

[Queenie and Angel had been distant for most of the week, a fact that Angel found to be mildly concerning. Though she didn't have plans to stay the entire night, she did make a point of stopping by for a brief moment, at least, if for no other reason than to check on her.

She hesitated in the door way for a moment. She'd been here on Monday, to check in on Kip. It... felt wrong, stepping all the way inside while he wasn't there. And yet, part of her hoped that if she stepped all the way in, he might come from a corner with a signature "Hello Everybody."

It wasn't enough to entice her into the room, however.]

You... have a really lovely voice. I do not think I've told you that.

Kip's Room

[shikosuki]

[ Choromatsu finally left his room today, to find food on his own, and came across the signs. He stares at them for a long time, and spends a good chunk of the day thinking it over. By the time evening comes along he makes his way to Kip's room, in his pajamas and bringing along his cat pillow.

He stops at the doorway. ]

Queenie-san?

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna is doing a lot better now than she was yesterday, when she basically just wandered around aimlessly on the pretense that she's checking on people. Today, she's wandering around deliberately and actually checking on people. So she can be found in the halls on all floors for most of the day, once again carrying her pool skimmer staff.

The one exception to this of any significance is that she turns up in the dining room for lunch, and brings with her a whole bunch of stupid shit. But that's not all! She also has a whole bunch of homemade popsicles, made by filling an ice cube tray with juice and sticking assorted small utensils into the compartments before freezing. In theory there are seven each of orange and apple, in practice there are a couple in the middle that are unintentionally a mix of both.]

Dining room

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Yooooo are those POPSICLES?]

Whoa, Arianna. Did you make those?

[And can he have one? The question remains implicit.]

dining room

[myocordial]

[You know, he always knew there were a lot of weird things coming through in those dumbwaiters, but... wow.]

You certainly have amassed quite the... collection.