week 7

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[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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WEDNESDAY

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[motherfucking_ghost]

[So! Wednesday. Sure to be a much better and less emotionally fucked up day than Tuesday. Or Monday. Or Sunday. Do you know why? Because it's time for the weekly Church Does Something Stupid For Fun event. Or events.

Anyone hoping to do up some tattoos in the parlor are going to find many of the inks just straight up gone. Because Church has taken many of them up to the fourth floor rest area, set up a couple pure blank white sheets, and is...fingerpainting with them. Look, he doesn't have any brushes, or paints, and this is him trying to come up with something.

Less stupidly, sometime in the kitchen he'll be throwing together something that has nothing to do with cooking and is making sweet iced tea. There is a bottle of Tennessee whiskey on the counter as well. And mint, fresh from the garden. (There is another pitcher brewing without the booze, but still with mint, because he is not a heathen.)

More stupidly, but not at all his fault this time, is--look, there's a lot of duct tape? And Nari had tried to convince Church that letting drunk Cece tape him up was a good idea? It was not a good idea at the time. But then Cece happens. She happens with batting eyelashes and even more tape and promises that she knows exactly what she's doing.

Which is how, in the second floor rest area, the taping of the Church begins.]

the taping of the Church

[theundertaker]

Comfortable, Church?

[Cece Diver is the best friend, the most trustworthy person in this mansion and pulling out a length of team duct tape from the roll with a loud snap.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm not gonna say this wouldn't be fun with booze, but I just wanna say that I'm glad you're not drunk right now. [He might have flinched just a little bit.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani is here with magenta duct tape to help. It's never too late right? ]

Fuck, I was wonderin' what they wanted us ta do with this shit. Ya want any help there, Church-chan?

[motherfucking_ghost]

That'd be a better color on you, Nishi. [He sticks his leggy out real far.] Come make sure I don't kick anyone in the face! The sooner my legs are down, the sooner I probably don't need this chair.

[scourgingstars]

[And then there's this former antichrist.]

[Tossing a roll of purple duct tape to himself with a look of terrible and horrifying amusement.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

God, and they're all color-coded. Sssssoooooo uh. You gonna just stand there looking menacing, or you gonna get in on this action?

[goteachother]

Stop moving so much!

[Queenie's got no idea how they got into this mess but it's hilarious and Church is going to be a veritable rainbow when all is said and done. It's probably cheating but she has both hands raised in front of her, her wand steady on Church to support him while the others work.]

Why are we taping the person least likely to hold still to a wall again?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, look, listen, you try being really, really still standing against a wall while rolls and rolls of tape get slapped on. 's not that easy!

[misanthropicprinciple]

You realize this is gonna be a problem when you need to take a piss, right?

[But Junpei does not look inclined to help him. In fact, Junpei's carrying a couple rolls of plaid duct tape on his wrists like enormous tacky bangles, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's why I took a piss beforehand. And for that, you can be in charge of making sure I'm properly hydrated. And you can be my sweat-boy, for wiping off my face once I get hot and tired of being covered in several pounds of tape against a wall.

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna is having some trouble with this business. Her duct tape is actual duck tape and she's a little confused about why everyone else is referring to all the clearly-non-duck-based tape by the same name.

But more importantly, post-post-apocalyptic Scotland hasn't reinvented duct tape yet, so she's never handled it before. So instead of taping Church to her wall, she has succeeded only in sticking tape to herself.]

I--!

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Arianna, you...do you know what tape is? You--oh man you're gonna get it in your hair if you're not careful and nobody wants that.

[everylittlesecret]

[Someone is super happy to be here with her own rolls of teal duct tape. Nari is humming as she reinforces what some of the others have done already.]

Oh, that ducky tape is adorable. Who does it belong to?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Princess Ari. Once she figured out how to not get it stuck all over herself. It was a riot, really.

[scourgingstars]

[It seemed as though things had quieted down since PAL's incentive yesterday, or at least the general sense of unease in the mansion wasn't so overpowering as it likely might be later in the week. That was good, Ardyn noted--maybe they really could get a proper handle on things before anyone else was hurt.]

[Bright and early in the morning he was sitting in the dining hall without his oversized coat and a cup of coffee close at hand; if one didn't know better, they might suspect he looked like he hadn't slept well. Or like he was waiting to see who would decide to be the first to start cooking today. Both of which were ridiculous, of course.]

[He seemed to be keeping himself busy with a pen and sheet of paper in front of him; on it was a series of rough sketches forming a veritable armory. ...Occasionally, he'd pause and just stare at the page distantly, like he wasn't completely able to focus on it or what he was doing.]

[A little later in the afternoon when he wasn't involved in an incident involving duct tape, Ardyn wandered around to see if he could get any kind of read on the general atmosphere; what the others were doing, whether they were in better spirits, and considering what to do if they weren't. Particularly, he checked the garden (picking up Luscinia in the process, naturally), the karaoke bar, and spared a quick look into the rest areas along the way.]

[Can't catch him, crippling existential horror.]

Dining Hall

[goteachother]

[Up first thing in the morning cooking and making coffee was kind of Queenie's default. Over the weeks that time had shifted from 5am to a more reasonable time. Still she liked to be in the kitchen before anyone else and have her first cup of coffee before she had to deal with anyone.

Probably number one on the list of people she didn't want to deal with this morning was Ardyn. And since he didn't actually need to eat she was quite content to ignore him as firmly as possible as she dropped into a seat near the kitchen door, keeping an eye on the timer for the rather large pan of french toast bake she'd put in the oven. In the meantime she has coffee... and a king to ignore.

Which shouldn't be hard because she doesn't seem to be focusing on much of anything, staring down into her coffee mug as though it holds the answers to the universe.]

karaoke bar

[buddyoldpal]

[ What's a little existential dread when you can get drunk and sing, right, Ardyn? Nishitani's
currently trying to stave off everyone else's gloom by hanging out at the bar, it seems. ]

Well, well, well, Ardyn-san! Ya lookin' fer somebody?

[serrata]

[ So, post feels jam sleepover and Ardyn actually being a functional real boy, Yuuri's feeling considerably better today than she did after all that on Tuesday. Not a hundred percent but comfortably in the range of 'not actively considering trying to stab at A.I. at every waking moment'. Acceptable.

She's on her way to the kitchen when she spots him and her expression brightens even more. ]

Ardyn-san, good morning! [ and over she comes, since having a conversation from across the room is a little rude. ] Are you--

[ -- and then she spots the swords and her eyes start sparkling. ]

What are those.

karaoke bar

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Listen. After spending that long getting taped up to a wall in all kinds of colors, and all the everything that entailed, and the subsequent getting down from tape after fucking around for a while, and peeling out of a now pretty gross undersuit (think we can sell it at an auction?), and doing his best to make himself not gross, you know who needs a fucking drink?

Church needs a fucking drink.

...Okay, the drink might be the spiked sweet tea he made, but someone's gotta put the whiskey back where he found it before it all gets drank and someone does other stupid shit and that someone on both counts might be him. He slots the bottle back where it goes, and then considers his future options.

Don't think he didn't notice Ardyn. Because he did.] So. Planning on giving yourself another hangover?

Dining Hall

[misanthropicprinciple]

[When dad spaces out, son comes a-snooping, looking rested and refreshed after their sleepover if still a little more worried than usual. Coke in hand, he leans over Ardyn's shoulder like an asshole, then points to the Swords of the Wanderer and says:]

What is that supposed to be.

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna had calmed down quite a bit, but Wednesday morning she wakes up feeling angry again. Not wanting to infect Clarith with her bad mood, she sneaks out early and heads for the bowling alley. Much like weeks ago, she's just throwing the ball as hard as she can over and over without really aiming. Sir Canaan is perched on top of the ball return, looking about as concerned as a bird can.

After working off that aggression, she's calmed down in time for lunch. She sets up shop in the dining room to yard sard away some more of her crap, but she doesn't spend all her time at the table--instead she's going back and forth to the kitchen, working on some simple snacks for everyone.

In the evening, she ends up in the tattoo parlor. She's been debating following her friends' lead in getting a tattoo for weeks, and unless someone talks her out of it (why?), yesterday's events were the last of the incentive she needs. She... just needs to figure out how to combine the design elements she wants into something she likes.]

Tattoo parlor

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei looks surprised to see someone else in the tattoo parlor. Michi coos and flutters over to Arianna. She knows a Disney princess when she sees one.]

Hey. Figured if anyone was in here, it'd be Nishitani-san or Nari.

[You know. Since they're the resident tat experts. Junpei comes over to see if Arianna's working on something.]

What're you doing?

Dining room

[goteachother]

[Queenie's been hovering in this communal area most of the day, working on some lace. Between her trips back and forth from the dining room to kitchen Arianna will return to find Queenie standing over her table, smiling faintly and trailing her fingers over the cover of the book. Gustavus, surly as always, seems to be determined to avoid pettings from her as much as he usually does from Cassandra.]