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

[brokencode]

How? It tastes like... It tastes like ass. [She will literally never understand you, Nishitani. But she will... carefully take another sip. This one won't be spat out this time, though.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Ohhh, he made her curse, that's so awesome! ]

There's some real taste under the burn, believe it or not! But ya don't get wasted cause it tastes good, trust me. Ya gotta fuckin' want it.

[brokencode]

Trust me. I have no plans of getting wasted. [She made a face at the very idea of it.]

If you would like some though... [She paused.] Alcohol is a good anti-septic, is it not? Whatever germs I had were likely killed off, if you'd like the remainder.

[buddyoldpal]

Color me fuckin' surprised.

[ He laughs again. Angel just keeps surprising him. (That's not always a good thing maybe?) ]

Ya ain't gonna gimme yer cooties, y'know.

[brokencode]

I know cooties are not a real thing. [A petulant huff escaped her.] It is obvious, though, that you will not stop bothering me until you have alcohol, and I do not plan to finish this bottle.

So... take it?

[buddyoldpal]

Awright, fair's fair, Angel-chan.

[ He takes the bottle, as requested, even bows a little bit. Of course, it's Nishitani so there's no way he isn't mocking her. ]

Nice talkin' to ya as always.