week 6

[airlockedmods]

[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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[goteachother]

[She failed Angel. She's lost Kip. She's let Jacob go.

She's not losing anyone else. Not again.

So Queenie is very determined to take care of the people she has left. She hadn't been there enough for Angel. She hadn't listened when she'd tried to tell her how helpless she felt.

So now Queenie is in the kitchen most of the day, prepping a stew and making bread from scratch. A few loaves of thick, rich Challah bread. Between rises she's in the dining room reading the book she got when she stopped back into her room. She's dressed in this adorable pink Alpaca onesie and anyone that doesn't stop by the dining room around dinner time will find her at their door, insisting on at least one meal for everyone.]

kitchen

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He's not sure what to say to Queenie, because...she fucking passed the fuck out before seeing the end. Doesn't know what anyone else told her. Didn't go check on her, and he should have.

But they're here now, and he still doesn't know what to--]

Oh shit, is that challah? [DON'T MIND IF HE DO]

[goteachother]

[There's so much that's happened in such a small space of time... and she doesn't know for sure she knows all of what happened. She trusts Tani to have told her what others would have left out though.

But seeing Church happy about her cooking choice for the day makes her smile.]

Mmmhmm... still hot, though! Give it a few minutes to cool down.

[In the meantime she's whipping honey into some butter.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

But being so hot it burns your mouth is when it's the best. [Listen to this grown child whine.] I don't think I've had any since--god, I dunno. I think it must've be--what the fuck are you wearing? [Yes, he interrupted himself for that, and he's laughing, because what the fuck is that, a pink...a pink horse?? A sheep--a llama??]

[goteachother]

Leonard you are hopeless!

[She's laughing as she says it, though. Lighter than she's felt in weeks.]

It came with my stuff today! [And it's adorable and fluffy and to prove how fluffy it is she sets aside the honey butter and comes over to squeeze him, wiggling against him to rub all the soft fleecy fluff against him by way of demonstration.]

It's so soooooooft~

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ohhhhh my god, you're too cute right now? [Well if she's going to wiggle all over him, he's just going to have to pick her up by the waist and snuggle his face into her neck fluff.] You're the softest pink I don't know what ever.

[goteachother]

[He picks her up and she squeals softly, clinging to him and laughing again.]

I think 'm s'posed to be a mooncalf!? [Not that he'd have any idea what that is. She doesn't dare say that aloud though, not after what she'd snapped at him during the trial.

Instead she just tugs his head up by his hair so she can kiss him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I don't know what th-mmph! [Yes don't let him finish that thought verbally, because kissing is better and it is awesome. He's going to make some people happy, damn it, and some of those ways to make people happy? Are really nice.] Mmmm boy I don't know what I did to deserve that, but you should tell me so I can do it more often.

[goteachother]

Don't gotta do nothin, Leonard. Just be you. [Another kiss, lighter this time and she squirms free of his hold.]

And the Challah should be cool enough to tear into now. [Look, she made you wait.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Wow. You minx. [He's a stupid grinning fool, but he'll let her go. She's apparently cooking up a storm, and he's not about to interrupt her own coping mechanism for more than some witty banter and some smooches. Unless she needs it.

So obviously he's gonna cut himself a bit chunk of challah.] I don't know who else I'd be if I wasn't me, so it's a damn good thing I'm me, huh? In every charming way.

Kitchen

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei doesn't make it until about lunch, looking drawn and fretful and also really damn hungry. He's running a hand through his hair when he enters and looks startled to see someone else there, and then the mouthwatering aroma of fresh food hits him and, duh, that makes sense.]

Oh--Queenie. I...

[He stammers, caught flat-footed, then presses his hands together and bows his head a little.]

Please say whatever smells like that is for everyone.

[goteachother]

[Of all the people she'd worried over it was Junpei and Nari that she was most concerned about. She wasn't sure they'd be willing to eat anything she made anymore. Apparently Rhys had made it clear that they'd talked about it, that Angel knew. But even so...

Having him immediately ask for some of the bread she'd made had her smiling, her heart lighter already.]

Of course. The loaves by the fridge are cool enough to eat. I've got another batch rising now. And there's honey butter on the counter too.

Stew won't be done for hours yet but there'll be plenty of bread left to go with it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[The funny thing about this situation is that, the harder things get for everyone, the greater is Junpei's resolution to get everyone out. The more he cares. And Queenie's almost never been someone he mistrusts.

Also, he's twenty-two, hungry, terrible in the kitchen, and deeply worried about someone other than himself.]

Bread--ah, yeah, that's--that'll be good. Uh.

[He covers his face with both hands, like he needs to close his eyes for a moment to clear his mind enough to think, then breathes out.]

Yeah, and if I make tea... okay. ...Sorry, I'm, uh, I'm all over the place right now.

[He goes to find the kettle and two mugs.]

[goteachother]

[He goes for the kettle and Queenie catches his arm, hesitating for a brief moment before tugging him in for a hug.]

You're okay sweetie. [And then she's going to guide him away to sit down. Let her look after you Junpei you are too out of it to be trusted with a heat source.]

I can handle some tea... green? with some honey?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Queenie...

[He wants to protest, but his mind's still mostly in Room 8 with Yuuri, and he's seated before he knows it. He puts his head in his hands, resigning himself to it.]

I... yes, please. No honey for me, but--but maybe for Yuuri.

[goteachother]

[Queenie just nods and goes about steeping some tea. She lets a knife go about slicing down one of the loaves and assembling a few turkey sandwiches while she sits with Junpei.]

Is she alright, sweetie? I know... Sundays are hard for most folks.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He shakes his head.]

This one hit her hard. I'm fine, I'm just--really worried about her. She's sleeping right now...

[Junpei hasn't left her alone for a second since she woke up.]

...What about you? And the others, I--I haven't seen much of anyone yet today.

[goteachother]

Leonard seems to be in a decent mood. Tani's... as troublesome as always. [She rolls her eyes but it's said with fond exasperation.]

I'm... I'm good, actually. I know the memories haven't been as dramatic for me. It's not as though the idea of removing a memory or storing it away for safe-keeping is unusual for me so it's... a lot easier to accept and move on. Besides, Grindelwald's in custody now so everything is better. Great even.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh--wow, no, that's fantastic. I'm really happy for you, Queenie. That must be a huge relief.

[A pale ray of sunshine filtering through the thunderheads all around them. A four-leaf clover on a blood-soaked battlefield.]

I hope your memories are all good news from now on. If we keep remembering more, I mean.

Kitchen

[desperateprayer]

Oh. Hello, Queenie.

[ Clarith is here! And a bit tired-looking. She had, however, been looking for the woman. ]

...I think this is yours.

[ She has clothes over her arm! ]

[goteachother]

[It's so nice that people have figured out her style considering she's barely been able to wear her things.

She turns to see that dark blue material and squeals.]

My dress! [Clarith you're getting squeezed now.]

[desperateprayer]

[ THAT IS SURPRISING. ]

U-Um, I'm glad it is.

[goteachother]

[She's actually having a really good day. Which makes her more affectionate.]

Mmmm yeah. I had only just finished this one. It's probably my favorite. Thank You

dining room

[scourgingstars]

[Generally, the area one usually prepared food was probably not where one wanted to see a pigeon.]

[...Which was why this one only fluttered as far as the dining room. She perched on the back of Queenie's chair, craning her little neck with its orange ribbon as if checking up on her.]

[Gods only knew where her usual companion was, but the bird had a much kinder temperament at the moment.]

kitchen

[shikosuki]

[ Choromatsu comes into the kitchen wearing his own onesie, knowing that he should at least TRY to eat something (even though he doesn't want to and probably won't, but an attempt can be made anyway) and stops when he sees Queenie cooking away ]

Oh... good morning Queenie-san.