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

[misanthropicprinciple]

How is she? I mean, stupid question, I know. But... they were close.

[He was her boss, and she was his babysitter, but they were friends, too. In a way, they were the only two who could understand how the other felt.]

[everylittlesecret]

She's... a lot stronger than people will ever give her credit for.... but I'll keep an eye on her, still. She didn't take it well at all. No one did.

[She deems it safe enough to remove the IV now so Junpei doesn't have to worry about the line if he wants to sit up and eat.

Have a little kids bandaid.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He doesn't look when she removes the IV, but of course he has to lift his hand to check out the Band-aid.]

Ha. Cats. Nice.

[Junpei would've preferred Spidey, but it's probably a product placement issue.]

[everylittlesecret]

It was that or hearts. Though I guess plain would have made due... but those cats are cute.

[They have hats!]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Cats are always cute. Fact.

[Carefully, trying not to use his new arm at all--trying not to look at it at all--he pushes himself up.]

Did you rest at all? I think I'm stable, so...

[everylittlesecret]

Ain't that the truth. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

[You're gonna have to admit it's there eventually, Junpei.]

Not really........ I was too worried you'd hate me. Because I took your choice away from you about the arm...

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He blinks as if the thought didn't even occur to him, then finally glances down at the foreign object now attached to his arm. After a moment, he manages to make the fingers curl in, then breathes out and shakes his head.]

No... no, I don't hate you. You--you did the right thing, as... as someone who saves lives.

[As someone who does what he couldn't do.]

[everylittlesecret]

Saves lives... You're the only person I've managed to save in this place, and that's only because you are one extremely lucky bastard.

[She hesitates before reaching out for the robot arm, putting a hand on it gently.]

We were pressed for time. The longer we would have waited, the more painful it would have been for you in the end, recovery wise as well. Now? Well, you have more time to get used to it, and it minimizes the feeling of a phantom limb. Who knows... it might have some functions that'll make it worth it?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He looks up at her, gauging her expression, then manages a faint, kind-of-laugh exhalation and tilts his head, making his hair flop out of his face.]

If it doesn't turn me into the hottest sports car, I'm personally blaming you. I'm not sure that's a blow I can recover from. Childhood dreams, dashed.

[everylittlesecret]

Sports car? You'd be lucky if this thing has a vibrate function in it.

[Yes she went there.]

But really. I'm glad you don't have me. I don't think I could handle that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He blushes a little and makes more of a point to look away from his arm at the first remark. Nari, what the fuck.]

Well, if you keep making comments like that...

[But it's an obviously empty threat.]

[everylittlesecret]

[when you notice an awful spelling mistake

She snorts softly.]

Hey, I know for a fact you would have thought about that yourself.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Silently. In the privacy of my own mind. Not aloud on intergalactic television.

[everylittlesecret]

Yes, but isn't it more fun to share some things with people?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Well, yeah, actually. Do you think it has different speeds? Wait, no, why are we talking about this.

[everylittlesecret]

Because it takes our minds off of the current situation?

[misanthropicprinciple]

They already sent me like two vibrators, we don't need to talk about whether or not my arm--

...

...

I'm going to shut up now, forever.

[everylittlesecret]

... well, someone is hoping you'll be having a good time then. Congrats?

[misanthropicprinciple]

They're not even for guys!

[FREE HIM FROM THIS SINFUL EARTH MURDERCAN]

[everylittlesecret]

Excuse me? Do I need to explain to you how men can use them as well? Because you just insulted every gay guy in the universe with that statement and men who enjoy things like that in general.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[scream.jpg THIS IS NOT WHAT HE WANTED FROM WAKING UP]

N-no, I'm good...

[everylittlesecret]

[Well this is what you get for making a friendship happen with this redhead.]

Okay. Just an FYI, any sex toy can be used by both genders if you have the will and a way.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Okay you know what he's going to learn how to use this arm NOW because he's covering his ears with both hands.]

La la la la, I'm not listening, I don't need to knoooowww.

[everylittlesecret]

[AHAHAHAHA OKAY SHE'S LAUGHING WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It's really... good to hear her laugh. Even if he has to drag his left hand down his face and surreptitiously wipe at an eye, it reminds him that, up there, once he climbs out of this pit, there's a whole world still waiting. It's not all just getting fucked up.]

Are we done? Is sex ed over? Can I go home?