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

[buddyoldpal]

It have somethin' ta do with what I thought yer mom was up to?

[everylittlesecret]

Yeah. You.... I have a feeling you might be right about her to some degree, but my memories at this point show I haven't done more than talk to her over Skype and the phone since I started and finished school.

[buddyoldpal]

So she's off doin' who-the-fuck-knows-what while yer at school, huh?

[ He has no clue what Skype is but he understands the phone. Check. ]

She gonna talk if ya ask 'er? No offense. Some killers ain't as nice as me, they don't really like ta be asked about their work.

[everylittlesecret]

I won't know unless I try. What's she gonna do? Not tell me or kill me?

[The not telling part would be preferable.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ He shrugs. So Your Mom Might Be A Killer. nbd. ]

Eh, she prolly won't kill ya. No offense, but she woulda done that sooner if she didn't give a shit about ya.

[everylittlesecret]

Oh, you never know with parents. She might have had some reason to keep me around that didn't involve the concept of love. Maybe, if she's a killer, she might have at one point thought to weaponize me.