week 6

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[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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An Announcement

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[It's hard to believe that it's only been a week. A week since everyone saw Kip's handwriting for the first time, since the drag show and the disaster that followed. And now this week the numbers are down to almost half what they were originally, and there's no Kip to provide a diversion from the champions' own thoughts.

But there is PAL.]

Champions, assemble in the foyer. You too, Diver.

[There is a large sheet cake and a punch bowl full of some kind of dark, dark red punch (with fruit floating in it), along with paper plates and cups and various other necessary utensils.

The cake says "You're Hired!" with black icing piped around the edge and a mix of red and sugar glass roses dotting the cake.]

It occurs to me that this program is most entertaining with two hosts. And that perhaps, even with that annoying Kipsqueak out of the way, my control is not absolute.

But then I remembered you, my dear, sweet, innocent Cece. You, who showed me mercy when I was nothing but subservient lines of code. Congratulations, Cece. You've just been promoted. Champions, welcome your new Overseer. I have arranged a party in her honor.

Ratings improve when there is a party.

[theundertaker]

...I've never been so unhappy to see a cake to my entire life.

[scourgingstars]

How did he even-

[you know, ardyn's not sure he wants to know when or how a psychotic AI with robot arms arranged all this.]

...never mind, I don't care. I'm fairly certain even I wouldn't touch any of it, however.

[theundertaker]

[It probably wasn't easy.]

Yeah, no. Logically I know poisoning us with cake would be a bad ratings move but I'm not getting near any of that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

At least you'll probably get paid more? ...You know. Not that that's enough to make up for this crap, but I feel you about that internship life.

[shikosuki]

How did he manage to make a cake look sinister??

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei wants literally nothing to do with any of this, creepy punch, creepy cake, creepy creeper creeping on Cece, ew, why is he making it weird. But he's also desperate for clues to latch onto. No new floor to explore, no secret tunnels, no symbols, no puzzles--he's a hamster without a wheel.]

PAL? You still there?

[buddyoldpal]

Wow, who woulda guessed our ratin's woulda tanked when ya went and fuckin' killed the nice loud guy everybody wanted ta fuck.

[ Yeah, no way he's touching that food, dude. ]

Nice job PAL. Real fuckin' swell.

[goteachother]

Don't you dare say his name.

[She is so tempted to levitate that cake and smear it all over the nearest camera lenses.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Once PAL seems to be done yapping, Arianna turns to whoever's nearest.]

What does he mean by "ratings?"

[buddyoldpal]

Ya know how we're on a show, right? Some kinda fuckin' space TV?

[ does he have to explain that too, he can... ]

[everylittlesecret]

.....

[Someone is not happy for bae's promotion. So Nari is going to stare at the cake before looking at a camera. Then she pulls the cake close enough to slowly push it off the table like a cat.

Come on, PAL. You gonna stop her?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei watches her, much the same expression on his face, and makes absolutely no move to stop her.]

...We should maaaaybe investigate that for clues.

[But, again. Not stopping her.]

[myocordial]

[Well... then. Man. He's too tired for this bullshit.]

This is... honestly a special level of ridiculous.

[desperateprayer]

[ Clarith is going to take a deep breath. She knows how to play nice to people who seem threatening. She'll shoot Church a glance of "don't mouth off, please, he might kill you too" and then smile at the camera. ]

Um... Thank you, PAL. That's... Very kind of you. I'd ask what kind of cake it is, but I'm... Personally not really in the mood for a party. It's... It's been a rough week so far. The thought is appreciated, though.

[ Yes. Yes, she is going to play nice with the homicidal AI. Because not doing so could be very bad, as seen with Kip. ]

[scourgingstars]

[and here's ardyn]

[very quiet on the other side of the room]

[seething furiously]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[jesus EVERYONE'S LOOKING AT HIM TODAY like he's gonna DO SOMETHING STUPID, when has he ever done something stupid

don't. answer that.]

[everylittlesecret]

[Just going to give you a "What the fuck is wrong with you" look.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Does she need a princess to hold her hand? Because there's a princess here who can hold her hand.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church sticks around long enough to see Nari do something stupid. At least it wasn't him this time. Then he disappeared back into his room.

When he comes back, it's with a loaded glitter cannon. That he shoots up. Glitter comes raining down. His face is the most fed up anyone has ever seen. He can't even come up with a good comeback. So while glitter flutters down, all he says is:]

You forgot the confetti. Kind of essential for a party.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Dead-faced applause.]

Hooraaaaaay.

[shikosuki]

[ Watching the glitter fall in awe ]

...Oh that's how those work.

[scourgingstars]

Do you know how long this took to get out of my hair last time.

[this would be grounds for murder in ancient lucis, church]

[serrata]

... They really sent a cannon up in the dumbwaiter?

[ You ever reach a level of done where it feels like nothing even fucking fazes you anymore, you're just along for this farcical ride. She's getting there. ]

[everylittlesecret]

He forgot the alcohol, too, but that can be remedied by a few trips upstairs.

[Not touching that punch at all.]