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.]

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[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!]

Comments

[desperateprayer]

Because you haven't yet. And I don't think you will, or you would have when we were alone in the dining room.

[ YOU'RE REALLY BAD AT THIS WHOLE "I DON'T CARE" THING ]

[scourgingstars]

You think I'm stupid enough to commit murder in a high-traffic area, in what passes for broad daylight by this clock.

I'm practically insulted.

[desperateprayer]

No. I think you're smart enough to know we all care about you enough we might let you get away with murder. And I think if you didn't care even a little bit, you'd have taken that risk. And if you truly do want to die so badly, I don't think you'd mind doing the "stupid" thing when it meant you could die.

[ Sorry, Ardyn. ]

[scourgingstars]

There's risk-taking, and then there's base stupidity--I'm a politician, I know the difference.

You can believe what you will, but spare me your sycophancy.

[desperateprayer]

You know that's not how I am, Ardyn.

[ She actually believes in you. ]

You don't have to believe me. But I'm speaking the truth of how I feel.