week 6

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[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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MONDAY

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[misanthropicprinciple]

[So Sunday was a friggin' mess, and anyone who caught a glimpse of Yuuri's awful state yesterday might understand why Junpei was scarce, too. Junpei himself actually isn't doing too badly, now that a day's rest and care seems to done her some good.

Monday morning finds him in the fourth floor rest area after doing his one shirt's worth of laundry in the first floor bathroom. Until his flannel dries, he's wearing something fucking adorable, which could be one reason he's up in the one room probably no one wants to visit. This has to be another Tenmeowji joke. He just knows it.

In the meantime, he's removed the silly paw coverings (whether or not they were, ah, originally removable) and is sprawled comfortably in the corner of the room with his papers, a few writing implements, and a cutting board from the kitchen laid like a lapdesk across his legs. Michi, his pigeon, and Tie, Finn's, are hopping around to keep him company as, with greatest concentration, he uses his robotic arm to pick up a pencil and try--slowly, pain-stakingly--to write.

He switches on and off to his left, but honestly, the results are pretty similar. Still, he's so focused on what he's doing he won't hear anyone come in.

Later, still in his kigu, he moves on to the dance studio, where, carefully, he's rapping his knuckles against the glass along the left wall to see if any of it sounds different.

By evening, he's gotten bored enough (read: lonely enough) to come back down to the dining room, where he sits at one of the smaller tables and plays idly with a couple decks of cards.]

dining room

[scourgingstars]

[You know what's funny about wanting to avoid people? It's godsdamned impossible in a place with only four floors and eleven other people.]

[Such was his luck, and unless he wanted to hide out in the morgue (which was sounding more like a good idea by the hour) Ardyn just had to accept this as his fate and live with it. People and their aggravating feelings and whatever miserable state he was in and--]

...You're actually wearing one of those.

[--and much more important priorities.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Thousand-year stare.]

Do you know how many shirts I have left, Ardyn? One. I have one shirt that hasn't been slashed open and soaked in my own blood, and that's because Cece had it for a week. How are you?

[He cuts the deck he's using once more and shuffles it back together. His dexterity seems to be improving, at least.]

[scourgingstars]

[you know what, fair. and without missing a beat:] Quite miserable, as per usual.

['ha ha i'm dead inside']

At least you've still a sense of humor about it.

rest area

[buddyoldpal]

[ Guess who's here in a warm, soft kigu but also still a fucking asshole so he creeps up on your specifically to scare the shit out of you?

Obviously, it's Nishitani. ]

Workin' on yer strokes?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Gahaaaah!

[SNAP goes the pencil. Alas, pencil, we knew ye too little.]

Oh my god... Nishitani-san... [Junpei puts a hand to his chest and remembers how to breathe.] Scaring me to death probably still counts as murder, man!

dining room

[everylittlesecret]

[Oh hey, someone is going to put a plate in front you, Junpei.]

Pumpkin cookies. Fresh. Want some?

[Made with chocolate chips and everything.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...People put pumpkins in cookies?

[Junpei, what the fuck, you are Japanese, you have NO room to talk about weird ingredient combinations.]

dance studio

[motherfucking_ghost]

What the fuck are you doing?

[Church leans in the doorway, raising his eyebrows at the ensemble. He's still not wearing any kigu yet today, but give him time. He'll succumb to the fluffy warmth eventually.]

Rhetorical question, I know what you're looking for, but seriously, the mirrors?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Rule 6-A: We're not allowed to mess with any surveillance camera, door, lock, wall, floor, ceiling, computer, air vent, or other structure or machinery.

[He looks back at Church, metal palm against the glass because that won't leave finger smudges.]

Didn't say anything about mirrors. And I was wondering what those flowers could mean. Everywhere else it's roses.

[serrata]

[ Monday morning arrives and Yuuri is... better, shall we say. She's not fine by any stretch of the word but she's at least prepared to be a reasonable facsimile of a functional human being today. So perhaps that's progress.

Early in the morning -- early enough that she's hoping not to run into anyone -- Yuuri takes to the kitchen. It's not breakfast she's putting together, though. Going by the warm, sweet smell filling the kitchen it seems like she's baking something sweet. And uh, after the weekend everyone's had you might understand why she didn't want to be making cookies with anyone around.

When she's done baking, she takes herself to the garden and settles herself in front of the new memorial she'd made yesterday. On a plate in front of it, just next to that bear, are some tiny checkerboard cookies and there's a cup of green tea wedged into the dirt to keep it upright. If you happen across her while she's here you might hear her talking quietly. But she stops as soon as she hears anyone approach and looks up, startled. ]

Oh, I'm-- I wasn't being too loud, was I?

[ Come afternoon, Yuuri doesn't really know what to do with herself. So she does what she always does when she's at a loss. She gets her accounting book and starts taking note of all their supplies again. It's not been long enough since her last inventory session for their to be any real change but she has to busy herself with something. She'll be all over the mansion for this so if you want to try and catch her and see how she's doing after Sunday, now's the time. ]

garden

[daughterofthemark]

[...blinkblink]

If anything, you were being too quiet. I couldn't hear what you were saying.

[Because obviously Rii-san must have been trying to talk to the only other person in the room, right?]

[serrata]

[ She gives Arianna a watery little smile. ]

No, I... I'm sorry. I was just talking to-- [ "myself" is what she wants to say, but that feels dangerously close to both the truth and a lie. So she sighs instead and turns back to the memorial. ] -- to someone who's not here. That's all.

Kitchen

[goteachother]

[But at least they were awful cookies so maybe good, decent cookies will be okay. Queenie certainly doesn't seem to mind about the cookies when she comes in to start the first round of coffee. Tea seems to be in much higher demand, now that Roland is gone. But she habitually makes at least one pot every morning.]

Yuuri... [Once she's certain she's not going to startle the younger woman she comes up behind her and just wraps her arms around her.]

Junpei said you were having a rough time yesterday. I'm glad to see you, sweetie.

[serrata]

[ She doesn't start, doesn't pull away when Queenie puts her arms around her. She's not about to turn down a hug today and certainly not from Queenie of all people. ]

I'm... sorry I made you worry. It wasn't... exactly a good memory. It was worse than I was expecting.

[ An understatement, if ever there was one. ]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Well, another week in Fantasy Sweet Hell. New verse, same as the first as far as Nishitani is concerned. He isn't bothered by his memories this week, but it's not like they could get any worse than last week, right? Probably. There is something worth celebrating this week, and that's the acquisition of his usual clothes.

Aw, who am I kidding? Nishitani got a red fox kigu and that's all he's gonna be wearing this week. When he's not in the hot tub anyway. You can find his warm, soft kigu folded up on the side of the pool because sometimes you need a fucking break, y'know? Nishitani is taking it easy, between this and hanging around the spa (in his kigu this time,) he's trying his best to enjoy whatever weird afterlife he's convinced he's stuck in.

Still, this is Nishitani after all, he can't stay still for too long. In his boredom he's found his way to the Third Floor Rest Area and is in the process of searching through the array of board games to find something he might recognize.

Mahjong. He's looking for Mahjong. And yet every box he finds has yet to yield his prize. ]

The fuck's Cards Against Humanity?

[daughterofthemark]

Cards that hate humanity... it seems ominous.

[The only reason Arianna's adorable purple bunny costume doesn't completely ruin any chance of this being the dramatic moment she thinks it is is that there was never any chance of that anyway.]

[buddyoldpal]

Sure does.

[ You can be perfectly serious while wearing soft kigus, I know it. Meanwhile, perhaps this warrants further inspection. Nishitani opens the box. He was kinda expecting something else? ]

The fuck? 's just a bunch of black and white cards.

Spa

[goteachother]

[See Queenie's over here smelling all of these fancy oils, trying to decide which one she likes best.]

Hmmm... Tani, what about this one? [Holding up a bottle labeled "lemongrass"... Once they decide on a scent they can fight over who gets a massage or who does it.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Now that's what I'm talkin' about, Queenie. ]

Hmm, that one smells pretty fancy. Ya like it more than the lavender stuff?

[ He just likes pink/purple so he'd gone for that one first. ]

rest area

[everylittlesecret]

Only one of the most amazing games in the whole fucking modern world!

[Sup? Guess who is in her koi kigu, plate in hand.]

I made some pumpkin cookies. Wanna try one?

[buddyoldpal]

Lookin' good, Nari-chan!

[ Hells yeah, Nari! It's all about the kigus in this house. ]

Sure, I'll give it a try. [ No hesitation, he just grabs a cookie and takes a bite. He trusts her, obviously. ] Ya can explain this weird-ass game ta me, then? 'Cause so far I'm gettin' the feelin' that the point might be ta see who's got the least shame outta anybody.

[everylittlesecret]

[Having been a no good day, Sunday was spent just chilling in the room and going over the place in Nari's memories over and over again. Small town, her house in the woods, a cat, hunting. Two years on the run to wind up in as remote a place she could comfortably manage. Still. Nari knows it's not a forever home. If it was, her profile wouldn't list "Currently Taking Applications" for a hometown. So the door to room 3 will be open this morning while she has a bunch of stuff all over the floor with her while she hangs out in a adorable kigurumi. Stabbycat will be out and about, whirring around the room, and there's a certain pigeon chilling out on a bed with the stuffed animals. Guess that's a thing now. To invite people into the room, there's a Room Sale outside the door.

Otherwise Nari will be in the kitchen with a couple of pumpkins, kigurumi hanging over a chair as she hangs out in literally just underwear and an apron to gut the gourds. No one wants icky things all over their precious clothes, do they?]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn was, for whatever reason, going to quite some lengths to make himself as scarce as possible today.]

[Luscinia, however, was having absolutely none of his edgelord shit, thank you very much. So, just about anywhere a pigeon could feasibly end up, one might find a polite little bird with an orange ribbon around its neck. If allowed, she might even come right up on someone's shoulder and start preening their hair if she decided it was a mess and someone was in need of mothering.]

[She also seemed quite pleased with herself, probably because Ardyn was similarly all over the place looking for her in varying levels of exasperation.]