Week 5

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[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!]

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[brokencode]

PAL has asked us to kill, has he not? And yet each week, we place the blame on those who have committed murder. We are revolted at what Lee did, are we not? Why then am I exempt from judgement?

[Listen. She's spent a long time thing about this. But also not a lot of time. Look, memories and timelines are weird.]

[serrata]

Because--

[ Her mouth makes soundless shapes for a moment before she closes it. This sick game and what Angel's been made to do -- they aren't the same at all. There's a difference between someone like Lee deciding getting what she wants is worth trampling all over the rest of them and a girl like Angel, isolated from the world being used like a tool.

She wants to say all this. But she's so taken aback that all she can do is just shake her head indignantly. ]

No one here has to kill anyone -- and if they do it, they know what the consequences are! You were-- you were used.

[brokencode]

And I did not have to help kill those people. He was my father, and while I believe he is capable of a great many things, I do not think he would have killed me. But I was too scared, and too concerned about what would happen to me.

People died not just because of what he did, what he asked me to do, but because of my selfishness.

[Though she argued, some amount of warmth flickered within her chest. It was comforting, knowing that people believed her innocent. Difficult, if not impossible to believe, but a comfort nonetheless. If nothing else, it meant that people cared about her, right?]

[serrata]

I just... I can't accept that. I can't accept that you were as much to blame as he was -- or anything like that. You're nothing like Lee-san was.

[ DOES SHE HAVE TO FIGHT YOUR SELF-WORTH TOO BECAUSE SHE'LL DO IT, ANGEL ]

[brokencode]

Maybe, maybe not. But we have more in common than I would have liked to admit. And at the end of the day? I have more blood on my hands than she does.

[Arguing is getting more and more tiring the longer it went on, though. She offered Yuuri a very loose shrug, before shaking her head.]

I want to believe you though. I can at least admit to that. I... want to believe that I have a chance at salvation, or that I am a better person than I think. But wanting to believe and actually believing are vastly different things.

[serrata]

... it's a start, though. Don't you think?

[ She wants to be furiously indignant about this but Angel doesn't deserve to be the target of her anger. That man on the other hand, should she ever meet him... ]

And I think... if anything good's to come from being stuck in a place like this then getting a new start might as well be one of them.

[brokencode]

[Handsome Jack, coming to a round near you. Just for Yuuri.]

I... think I can at least agree with that. And this place... it has been nothing if not a new start. [She nodded once.] Thank you, Yuuri.

[serrata]

It'll be an even better new start once we're all out of here.

[ Not if. When. ]

Maybe we can all... find somewhere to stay together once it's all done. At least for a little while, before we start thinking about home.

[brokencode]

I hope you are right. I think I would like to go to a place where I can feel the wind. That's the one thing I have not gotten from here.

[Let them all have a non-Florida based beach episode, okay?]

[serrata]

Somewhere nice and bright and open... wouldn't that be nice? Maybe somewhere with the sea.

[ they've got a pool here but it's not the saaaaame ]

[brokencode]

Mmm... I wonder what the breeze smells like, coming off the sea. [So many little things that she had missed out on.]

I think I'd like to go there, too, Yuuri.

[serrata]

It's wonderful. Especially on a nice warm day, with hot sand under your feet. That'll be the first thing we'll all do once we're out of here.

... well, if everyone else likes the idea of the beach as much as we do, anyway.

[brokencode]

I am sure no one would object to a small beach break. So long as we ask nicely, at least.

[At least the beaches in Florida are alright.]

what if we kept this going and pretended nothing sad happened

[serrata]

Maybe we'll bribe them with seaside treats? I can't imagine anyone saying no to ice cream and yakisoba.

I like it.

[brokencode]

No one! [A beat.] What is Yakisoba?

[serrata]

Oh, well it's... a bit like a stirfry -- have you had that before?