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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[motherfucking_ghost]

[There is a very real and very frightened part of him that wants to scream what are you asking ME for in her face. But he tells that part of him to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out.

Because he's captain of his chucklefuck team, and if he can help them survive the stupidity storm that is their collective lives with himself being just about the only casualty, then so fucking help him, he can do it for this chucklefuck team.]

Well, if hope's a bit much to grasp for, there's always the next best thing to keep you going. Spite.

Spite is a great motivator. These guys want to see you lose it and murder each other and die? Well that's just some tough shit, Nancy, cuz you're not gonna give 'em the satisfaction. They want you to be a dancing death monkey for entertainment? Screw them, reality tv sucks anyway.

They want us to stay here in their dollhouse? We go kick their doors down. In spite of everything we're facing right now.

Do I have a plan to make that happen? Hehehell no, but I'm not letting that stop me. Do my memories suck? Increasingly, but I'm not letting that stop me. Because that would be the easy and placid thing to do. Fuck that. I wanna see this through to the end, march up to the network director's office, and see the look on that motherfucker's face.

If joy isn't working out for you, I find a potentially unhealthy dose of anger really gets the blood going.

[brokencode]

[Church's words were harsh, and if she was honest, the speech reminded her of Jack. However, unlike the man back home, this diatribe wasn't meant to keep her down, another guilt trip to keep her compliant. Somewhere, beneath the deep, icy layers of apathy, Church's words lit a spark. It wasn't much, and already her doubts were threatening to suffocate the flame, but it was a start.]

I... think I would like to be there when you do that, Church. I want to help get you there. Somehow, at least.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You don't have to be happy, and you don't have to have your cool, and you really don't even have to be strong. You just need to have a really, really good reason to keep going, and fucking someone the hell up is a good place to start. So you stay alive, you keep kicking ass. Generally how it works.

[brokencode]

You know. I have... never been good with spite or wanting to see others hurt but. I think I can make an exception, in this case. If nothing else, I'd like to see you kick a little... a little butt.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[That is a bit of a wicked smirk he's putting on.] Ass. It won't kill you to curse. Go on. Say something nasty.

[brokencode]

[Is she really being called out like this. She quickly shook her head, and looked for anything that might serve as a better distraction.

Naturally, she found nothing.]

That's, um. That's okay. I would rather not.

[motherfucking_ghost]

C'moooon, what is it, personal preference? Schoolgirl giddiness? It isn't like you're tarnishing anything to expand your verbal horizons.

[brokencode]

My... Jack told me not to. Funny, how I cannot convince myself to do it, even after all of this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Jack's a psychotic fuckass. Just one little curse. I'll even take a 'hell'.

[brokencode]

Church. [She let out a huff.] Jack is an... asshole, you are right about that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Yessssss! Fistpump!] See, we'll turn you into a little resistance warrior yet.

[brokencode]

Resistance fighter... Jack would have a heart attack if he ever heard about something like that.

[A smile curled across her lips.]

I... kind of like the sound of it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He jerks a thumb over to Finn's pod.] Hey, it's what at least one of our former Champions would've wanted.

[brokencode]

Yeah. You're right. [Not that she wanted the reminder of how much she missed Finn.]

I wish I had a chance to get closer to him. I think... he was a really good man.