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

[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!

[misanthropicprinciple]

It turned out fine! Probably. I sounded really confident about how it was going to work, at least.

[motherfucking_ghost]

There are like none of the words coming out of your mouth right now that are fine! We lost him and we almost lost you--again--so excuse me if I for once don't feel like being super flippant about it if we're gonna actually talk about it!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ugghh, Church, I don't know!

[He flops onto his back and covers his eyes with both arms.]

It was like four minutes of memory and none of it made any sense, and--and I still don't know what SHIFTing is or how it works or why I was even there, in another bullshit game where people had to die to escape! How am I supposed to explain anything that's supposedly happened to me when I think I'm remembering, like, three separate timelines at once?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then maybe stay in this timeline! This is the important one, because I'm in it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei lifts his arms slightly to peek at Church, then sighs like some kind of long-suffering asshole.]

Fine, you big baby. Damn. I'm not going anywhere.

[He has to roll onto his side to grab Church's wrist with his not-scary hand.]

So don't you, either. All right? There are no heroes here. I'll promise if you do.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Man, the only time travel I ever did was into my own past. Or...well, also kind of the distant past, and also kind of the distant future? But never just jumped timeline.

So. There's that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You know what I meant. I expanded the scope of the thing, come on, man, keep up. We both stay alive, in one piece, in this... moment of existence, or whatever. Deal?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Honestly, when it comes to time bullshit? I am never sure what you mean. But I mean, I don't plan on dying. We're staying alive. And so is he, and so are as many people as we can take with us. In this instance of reality, or whatever.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Good. You get me.

[After a pause, he lets Church's arm go and rolls onto his back again, arms folded.]

That's why you're... you're my best friend. [Oh, god. Is Junpei blushing? Who knows, now he's covering his face with his real hand. In this whatever, or... anywhatever.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[IS HE BLUSHING is that Junpei blushing that's adorable. What the shit. What a fucking dork.]

Dude. Same.

...Wait, in anywhatever? I mean, what, come on, a guy you've known a month can't possibly be your best friend across every iteration of space and time, right, you have other...friends. In other whatevers. Right?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Church, I'm a drunk college drop-out who sleeps in the shower. Do you think I have a lot of friends?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, I didn't say a lot of friends. Just friends.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Iiii guess there's this Carlos guy I've been remembering? But I kind of strongarmed him into that horrific machine gun suicide incident we're not talking about, so maybe we're not friends anymore, whoever he's supposed to be. Also, yeah, no idea who he is.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I know you said we're not talking about it. but. seriously. Machine gun suicide incident.

Jesus, sometimes I think where I'm from is crazy. At least you've got a lot of friends here.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He's quiet for a moment before he breathes out.]

Man. Remember the, like, two seconds when I was trying to keep everyone at arm's length? Though, I don't know. Maybe you didn't notice.