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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WEDNESDAY

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[Items from the Benefactors will appear today.]

[serrata]

[ The first thing Yuuri feels upon peeling her eyes open in the rest room on Wednesday is immense regret that the former had happened. She's flopped on her back with her blanket haphazardly wrapped around her, squinting up at the ceiling with a face that suggests it had just grievously insulted her parentage. Then she gives a long, slow groan. This is what death feels like.

It takes her a little while to drag herself out of the rest room and back downstairs. She stops off briefly at room 5 to get a change of clothes and... check her dumbwaiter to s-- jesus christ what the HELL is this thing. Has she not been gifted enough nightmarish stuffed animals, Benefactors.

With that jump scare over and done with, Yuuri makes her way to the dining room because quite frankly, she's done with the rest areas for today thank you VERY much. It looks like ojou-sama's first hangover is enough to get her to finally give in to the warm fluffy embrace of onesies because she's got her big orange kangaroo kigurumi on with the hood pulled up and shading her eyes. But even with that, it's clear that this is a girl experiencing some level of regret. She's got a bottle of water with her and a bowl of rice but she's making absolutely no move to eat any of it.

In fact, the only reason she's still out here and not taking to a cool, dark place to die in peace is because she's yard sarding today and trying to get rid of some of the things she's been getting from the Benefactors and doing nothing with. Yes, this includes the lube and the condoms. Behold, Fantasy Sweet: A Yuuri Wakasa whose field of fucks to give lays barren and dry. ]

dining room

[scourgingstars]

[Well, isn't this a familiar sight?]

[Yuuri already had food and water, so instead of bothering to get either Ardyn just slid into the chair opposite her with the world's most pleasant and not at all schadenfreude-based smirk.]

Having some regrets, are we?

this is a real tag

[serrata]

[ softly: ]

Don't.

[scourgingstars]

[rip in rest]

It was just a question.

yard sard

[shikosuki]

[ Choromatsu usually doesn't pay attention when people are trying to get rid of their Benefactor junk but it's the cat plush that catches his eye.

He... recognizes that thing. And goes so far as to stop and point at it. ]

Ichimatsu's--?!

[serrata]

... Ichi... who?

[ That sure sounded like a name and were she more put together she might be able to add two and two and get to four. Right now, she's struggling to hit one. ]

Is that thing yours?

[ 'that thing'. honestly, yuuri. ]

[shikosuki]

It's... uh... yes.

My brother... Ichimatsu, gave it to me as a going away present...

dining room

[daughterofthemark]

[It would appear that great minds think alike, because when Arianna stumbles in, she's wearing her adorable purple bunny costume again. She has a bottle of water in one hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other, and she flinches at the sound they both make when they hit the table as she sits down.]

I am unwell.

[serrata]

[ Yuuri makes a noise that sounds less like Yuuri Wakasa and more like a cat groaning in the instant just before it sicks up all over your brand new rug. ]

That makes two of us.

Have you eaten anything?

[daughterofthemark]

Not since last night. Have we been poisoned?

[She sets the water down and attempts unsuccessfully to open the pain reliever bottle.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church is actually dressed in a kigurumi fluffy cozy onesie today. But to any who know he's got a blue owl...at least it's a bird?

At some point, he ends up at the pool looking for controls. He has...a lot of boxes...of orange gelatin mix. He also looks like he's contemplating shoving towels in the filtration system if he can.

You can also find him chilling out in the dining room, scribbling on some paper, looking deep in thought, marking something down, crossing something out, and sometimes giving up and humming a little tune to himself. On the timeline list, a few more names are now crossed off.

In the garden, he's picking fruit. Because damn it, new ones need room to grow, and this shit is good, and everyone needs to try everything that hasn't yet gotten the chance to. The pigeons are on their A-game, and he's singing more Queen with them.]

dining room

[scourgingstars]

So that's where that went.

[it's not like ardyn was going to sleep in the damn thing.]

What are you writing?

[motherfucking_ghost]

What--[He nearly falls out of the chair spinning, but last minute save, good one.] You are fucking silent as the grave when you wanna be, you know that? [Or you were in too deep of a thought, numbnuts.] I mean, you are welcome to look like a giant blue owl if you want, I'm not stopping you. You'll have to sling your scoodie over it, though, or Lucy won't have her mobile nest anymore.

[scourgingstars]

Do at least try not to hurt yourself.

[it could be both, church]

I am not wearing one of those, thank you very much.

pool

[everylittlesecret]

[Nari is still sporting her own koi kigurumi when she walks into the room and stops.]

......... towels won't work. And to make the jello work well, you gotta heat the water up as you pour it in, and then let it cool to set.

[She knows what you're trying to do, and is a-okay with it.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I can at least turn this motherfucker orange.

Whhhhhat about pudding mix?

LOCKED

[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith... Needs time to think. After last night. After this week. After the memories. After all of it. So today, while she thinks, she hardly leaves her room. Not with Arianna, but alone. Because she needs that, to go over what Ardyn and Church told her, as well as Queenie's reading... ]

[Adele voice] Hello

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Bystander.

SCREAMING

[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith sits up as straight as possible, because while she'd offered, she had never expected him to talk to her. ]

Y-Yes?

[ ...She is literally stuttering from shock, PAL. ]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani doesn't normally get hungover, but he also doesn't normally do almost a dozen shots. He wakes up feeling like death warmed over and drags his way to the kitchen. You might want to be careful if you make any loud or sudden noises near him, he's gonna be wound up real damn tight until he's had a coffee and at least a fuckton of turmeric. ]

Where the fuck is that stuff...?

[ Yep, one he finds it in the pantry he's just gonna straight up pour turmeric into his coffee till its mustardy and gross. And he's gonna drink that? Apparently, yes. You know, you're in your 40s now, Nishitani, you should probably take it easy. Haha, right. That's never gonna happen.

He downs half his glass in one shot, plopping down on a chair in the dining room and laying his arms out across the table. He's also still in his fox kigu, so that's the image we're going for here. ]

Fuuuuck, that's nasty. Ya want some?

[motherfucking_ghost]

What. the shit. is that? It looks like piss.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani glares. Weakly. ]

Turmeric. 's real good for ya!

[ It tastes awful. And yet he takes another sip and makes a face. This is a real hangover cure, I'm not shitting you. ]

[myocordial]

[Well, isn't this a scene. Heart's happier now that he decided not to drink, looking at the state some are in.]

...No. No, actually, I find it difficult to imagine anyone drinking that willingly.

[buddyoldpal]

[ This is decidedly rare, he's not supposed to get hungover!! But then he also probably isn't supposed to do ten shots. He lifts his head off the table long enough to glare at Heart. A little.

There's an attempt at a glare here. ]

Course ya wouldn't. [ Okay, head back down. He's tired. The next part is a bit muttered. ] Yer not hungover ta hell.