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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[scourgingstars]

[After everything that trial decided to be as well as the week shaping up to be no better, sometime in the afternoon there was a sharp knock on the door.]

[They may not have known each other well and Heart's abundance of compassion was a stark contrast to Ardyn's lack of it, but...maybe just being the last pair of inhumans was enough for now.]

[myocordial]

[It's tempting to ignore the knocking. It's tempting to just... pretend he didn't hear it. Continue doing what he's been doing - which would be nothing at all. Close himself off from everyone.

But at the very least he should make sure that no one jumps to any conclusions about what's going on with him. It's not quite the right day for it, but no one should have to be worried someone else died again.

When he does open the door, though, Heart only briefly really looks at Ardyn. Other than that he seems... almost detached. Like Ardyn might as well not be here.]

...Yes?

[scourgingstars]

I thought I might see how you were doing.

[If that sentence could sound like 'I was making sure that you weren't dead', Ardyn very likely had just accomplished as much.]

[myocordial]

...As you can see, I'm just fine.

[And as it turns out, Heart is a shitty liar.]

[scourgingstars]

[...heart. honey. occasional fuckface does not mean he's blind, and you are not subtle.]

Just as fine as I am, I've no doubt. I do hope you aren't assuming a lie that blatant will work on the rest.

[myocordial]

Either they believe it or they don't. I don't care either way.

[Saying he's fine isn't really about convincing anyone. If he were going for a believable lie, he'd probably be... you know... emoting more. Or at all.]

I'm not dead, so there shouldn't be an issue.

[scourgingstars]

You aren't, no. For the time being, the rest of us yet live.

...If we want that to remain the case, now is hardly any time for us to begin falling apart. Hypocritical as I'm sure that may sound, coming from me.

[myocordial]

...I'm not about to just accept death, if you're concerned about that. I don't intend to die here now anymore than I did at the start of this.

[scourgingstars]

There's a very slight difference between 'accepting death' and 'feeling you've nothing left to lose', you know.

Neither's something I would advise. And if you decide not to admit the truth of the matter to me--which I could hardly blame you for--I think it best you consider admitting it to someone before long.

[myocordial]

[He honestly can't even say anything to that first part, because really, there's no arguing with it.]

...And what difference would that make? Whether I admit it or not, nothing will change. Honesty hasn't exactly had the impact here we all want it to have, has it?

[Too many people are dead.]

[scourgingstars]

Consider instead the alternative. We all retreat as far as we can, hide from each other and allow bitterness and despair to take hold.

How long will the rest of us last in that situation, Heart?

[myocordial]

[He wants to say he doesn't care. That it's all the same to him. What does it matter?

And that'd be easy if this was just about him, but Ardyn has to go and make it about other people. And that damn title of his was aptly chosen, it really was. Because he can withdraw, but he can't not care.]

...I'll... [He closes his eyes and breathes out.] I'm not planning to stay in here the rest of... however long this will be.

[It's not an "I'm okay" or an "I will be okay" because he doesn't know that he'll be. But it's a promise to attempt to be functional, so it's something.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn was skilled in many things, and talking was one of them. Getting into someone's head and practically renting out space there was another.]

[At least in this case--unlike with Noctis--it wasn't openly malicious. Anyone could see the Champion Compassion would worry for others, and if that was what it took to kick him back into functioning then so be it.]

I would certainly hope not. That sounds a terribly dull course of action.

[myocordial]

God forbid.

[Not a dull moment allowed in this lovely place, right?]

...I intend to never be an obstacle to everyone here. [It's almost said more to himself than Ardyn. An attempt to remind himself of what really matters right now.] So if nothing else, I'll be whatever they need of me.