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!]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Psh, whatever, I don't even know who that is, and detectives are almost cops, right? I could've called you worse. I could've called you Rhys. [no offense rhys but c'mon]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Jesus.

[Sorry Rhys.]

You seriously haven't seen Akira? Where the hell have you been for the past five hundred years, sleeping in a cultureless ditch? Get on that, it's a classic.

[He trudges back over to his bed and sits heavily. There's stuff in his dumbwaiter he hasn't even picked up. He's so tired.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Listen some of us haven't consumed every piece of media that's been produced ever.

[He moves in and at first makes to sit on the opposite bed, then wonders if that'd be..awkward...so...yeah let's just go sit by Junpei.]

You should definitely not be up and about though, dude, what the fuck.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ughh. [He flops onto his back.] If Nari has a problem with it, tell her she can come get me and carry me back up there. ...Actually, don't. She can do it. Girl is crazy strong and I'm tired of sleeping in weird places.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Tell me about it, I think I've got a crick in my neck from that place. After I took off all the fake boobs and bindings and shit on me; like fuck I was gonna be able to sleep in that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei's quiet for a moment, but then, miracle of miracles:]

Snrk.

[He cracks a smile.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Thank god. It's like the sun is fucking shining.]

Shut the fuck up, I rocked that outfit. I offered to strip instead, but apparently that got shot down.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh my god, Church. No. Think of the children. We've saved trillions of innocent alien young from serious mental trauma.

[He turns his head to look at Church.]

I mean, sure, this place is a hellhole, but at least we haven't stooped to exploiting seven-year-olds.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Junpei are you ready to get shoved off the bed cuz this is Church shoving you because he is not a 7yo so there, nyeh.]

And what would you have dressed as?

[At some point he thinks that they should talk about Serious Stuff but honestly fuck that right now.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hey--what--I'm maimed, asshole.

[Junpei swats at him with his left hand and clambers back into HIS OWN BED, THANK.]

Anyway, pfft, what, like I know? I don't generally go around planning drag outfits for myself. Maybe Black Cat? I could rock a catsuit.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, all I suggested to her was a sexy soldier of some kind. The wig was a little much, but that makeup? On point.

Holy shit the ladies, though.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ohhh my god. The ladies.

[Did you see Queenie? And Clarith? Damn.]

Even in the ninth circle of hell, a man can be blessed, Church.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Mmmmm, I'm gonna have good dreams eventually, and they will be about the ladies. I have a newfound appreciation for drag.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah. ...Yeah.

[There's only so much avoiding the elephant in the room once you've gone and stuck your face up its trunk. If we're gonna talk about the drag race, we're gonna talk about the drag race.

Junpei leans back on his left hand and raises his unfamiliar right, fingers splayed, as if there's something just out of reach.]

...I wish I could've... I keep going over it in my head, man, like. If I'd been a second faster...

[Slowly, he closes those metal fingers and brings his arm back in, breathing out.]

Damn.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Well, one of them has to be slightly more responsible than the other here. Church settles down, the morose feeling over him like a blanket. When he looks at Junpei's arm, it's not the robotic part of it his gaze lingers on, but where it attaches to flesh.

He'd barely noticed the blood on his face, had numbly forgotten about it until he washed the makeup off.]

If you'd been a second faster, you might've been the one dead. Or maybe you would've lost more than what you did. Who knows.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He knows. He still can't help it, thinking himself in circles until his skull hurts. Is this what it's like for Akane? He breathes out and closes his eyes.]

...Well, at least it's a cool robot arm. Right?

[motherfucking_ghost]

It should've been your choice. I'm sure if you'd been given treatment and rest, there's enough future tech here I'm sure we would've been able to--

You--

[He balls a fest and beats it against the bed.]

She might've picked up a lot of shit from her doctor dad, but it definitely wasn't a bedside manner.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Dude, she made the right decision. I mean... okay, I know she's not actually a nurse and hasn't taken the Hippocratic Oath, but the whole point of what she does is to preserve life and function over all else.

[He crosses his arms--the most important action to master, of course--but he's glancing away, again not looking at it.]

Can you imagine how much worse off I'd be if she'd given time for more of my nerves to die? At least this way I can still be of use to you guys before we inevitably find out PAL can upload his brain into the works or something.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I--

[got your blood on me and let me tell you it's a much stranger experience getting that splattered on your actual physical face while your friend is screaming like he's dying instead of just on your armor because someone got shot but it's okay they're dead now.]

...worry. I'm just worried. And. I really don't want PAL to hack into your fucking arm and fuck you up and fuck us all up?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Well, if it comes to that, let's just get Heart or somebody to rip it off again. I can get another one when we get out of here.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Jesus, Junpei! We're not going through that again! Once was more than bad enough.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's not a perfect solution! I'm just saying, geez. Better my arm than my head.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Or your whole body.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Well, I already pulped that once, apparently. No need to repeat the experience.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What the actual fuck, Junpei!