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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[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.