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!]

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Kip's Room

[goteachother]

[It's a very good place to have feelings and Queenie has spent the last 36 hours doing exactly that.

She's curled up on the bed, unraveling a pink sheet this time, winding the long weft thread onto another set of q-tip bobbins. Her lips are stained red from some of the candies she's been stealing and it looks like the candy bowl is rather lacking in cherry candies. She's stashed those away for herself. They taste like him.

She's wearing Kip's red flannel like a nightgown, barely buttoned but she wasn't expecting anyone.]

Leonard?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh...uh.

[He's not entirely sure the etiquette involved with seeing someone you've slept with half-naked in a dead guy's room that you've both slept with. So he. Doesn't move like a big ol moron.]

I can...leave? If you. want me to?

[goteachother]

No, no of course not, sweetie.

[She sets the sheet she's been destroying off to the side, holding out a hand to him.]

Come here?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Keeping busy, huh? [He can't say no to that, coming over and settling on the bed with her.]

[goteachother]

[She tucks herself in against his side immediately, leaning into him, taking a moment to just savor his warmth beside her.]

S'pose... it's not...

I needed to do something with my hands.

[motherfucking_ghost]

In here. Alone. With...his stuff. [It's not judging, just...pointing out.]

[goteachother]

[She squeezes his arm hard, her next breath coming out shaky and too harsh.

She's finally stopped crying, Church, don't do this to her.]

Y-yeah. [And then she pushes away from him, a little too quickly but she's going to fall apart all over again if she stays there with him and nothing good will come from crying more. So instead she plucks one of those tart cherry candies out of the stash she's made by the bed, pops it out of the wrapper and turns to offer it to him.]

Th-They're -were- his favorite.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Excuse me, Queenie, but how is that any less upsetting? This is doing him a major concern, but he...awkwardly...accepts the candy and pops it in his mouth. And immediately makes a face.]

Yeah, I can see why.

...'m not here to upset you. [Said through sucking the candy.]

[goteachother]

[Not the best and certainly far tarter than anything Queenie's used to, too. But they taste like him and... she thought, maybe, Church would appreciate that too.]

No, I know you're not. I'm sorry, I'm not very good company right now.

[She tilts her head, eyeing him for a moment.]

You didn't come here looking for me... I'm... Oh.

[And then she's scrambling to her feet, tucking her lace project out of the way and shaking her head.] I'm sorry, Leonard, I shouldn't have just assumed... here, I can go- I'll just-

[motherfucking_ghost]

Q--Q, no, c'mon-- [He reaches up to snag her wrist, to keep her still or to bring her back down to bed. Just...stop moving.] We can both be shit company together.

[goteachother]

[She laughs despite herself and drops back down onto the bed.]

Y-yeah. [But she is awkward now, uncertain. She's been here because she doesn't trust herself to be able to do anything more than bring people down right now. So she took it upon herself to separate herself.]

Are you okay, honey?