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.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[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]

[Ardyn rolled his eyes like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.]

Divination, really? If any divine force watches us now, I am certain they won't be our salvation.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Right, right. Because we could be in the history God abandoned, right? Or the gods, sorry. Who knows how it works in this time and place.

[Next he turns up the queen of clubs. His eyebrows rise at that, but off she goes to the side.]

Does fortune-telling sound better? I never put a lot of stock in any of it, honestly.

[scourgingstars]

Call it whatever you want, I'm not stopping you. Just pointing out how pointless it seems.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I used up all my pointfulness earlier trying to re-teach myself how to write.

[Which is likely just as frustrating as it sounds. He toys with turning one more card over, then says 'meh' and gathers them all together again into a proper deck.]

Well, what the hell. I don't know what I'm doing, might as well make the rules up as I go. Black is yes, red is no. Ask me a question, any question.

[scourgingstars]

I feel as though that might be awkward at best and a terrible omen at worst.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei takes this as the challenge it is and flips one card out of his shuffled deck.]

...Ah.

[Well then. He clears his throat and carefully puts it back.]

Maybe I should just stick to baccarat.

[scourgingstars]

...I did try to warn you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You did, and I ignored you, and that's on me. I accept that 'I told you so.' I deserve it.

[...]

Okay but if my supposed psychic powers are that accurate...

[LEARN YOUR FUCKING LESSON, JUMPY.]

[scourgingstars]

You really think you'll get anything reasonable out of this?

[misanthropicprinciple]

No, but if I try to sort my memories out any longer today, my brain's probably going to implode. And I can't do nothing.

[scourgingstars]

That's as compelling an argument as any.

['because fuck it, i guess']

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hmmm...

[Holding 'Is this a good idea?' in mind, he turns over another card, and--queen of diamonds. Red means no.]

...You learn anything new this week?

[scourgingstars]

[shoulda listened to the cards, jujubean]

...A few things.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He looks up inquisitively as he shuffles the card back in, but doesn't press. Being pushy and nosy is Church's job. Being sneaky and nosy is Junpei's. AKA, if Ardyn doesn't elaborate, he can always ask his broseph.]

[scourgingstars]

[One was pushy, one was sneaky, and one was just infuriating.]

What are you expecting? I assure you, it's nothing you need worry about.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh-huh. [To the cards:] Is it something I should worry about?

[Five of clubs. Oho. Junpei lifts his eyebrows.]

Black means yes.

[But he's teasing. Mostly. He really is going to ask Church.]

[scourgingstars]

...

[The annoyed look on Ardyn's face probably confirmed Junpei's question better than the cards could have.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Should I ask?

[Eight of clubs.

Junpei looks a little smug, but it turns into something mellower as he puts the card back in the deck. He shrugs a little, shaking his head. He's not going to push the issue, but he does point out:]

You did appoint me your advisor. For advice.

[scourgingstars]

The two of you took some careless offhand comments far more seriously than you were ever meant to.

Royal advisor. To the king of Lucis, which may I remind you I am not.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, no. I'm royal advisor to the king of the nerds. Which you are.

[He shuffles the cards again, happy to have something to do with his hands.]

It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll just needle Church about it later. I made him promise to keep me in the loop for, like, basically everything ever. Sucker.

[scourgingstars]

Do what you will. It doesn't matter to me in the slightest, Junpei.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

[Ten of diamonds. It really doesn't.]

Cool. Carte blanche. [Two of hearts.] But the cards say at least you won't regret it.

[scourgingstars]

The cards don't account for the fact that I don't regret most things I've done.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Maybe they do? I don't pretend to know how this works. I'm on record for believing it doesn't and am just going along with it as long as it supports what I want to say and do anyway.

[scourgingstars]

And what about when it stops enabling your terrible decisions?