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!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He puts his human hand to his heart.]

Speciesist and shallow. Goodness, Church. It's almost like you don't like them.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You would totally think they're ugly if you saw these bastards. Y'know, we named one we met Crunchbite? Just from the name alone, try to imagine what that must look like. And I promise it's uglier.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I dunno. That sounds kind of cute to me. I mean, I could name some kind of uglycute doll Crunchbite.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It can't be cute and ugly at the same time, c'mon, that's not a thing.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, my friend. My sweet summer soldier.

[Puts a hand on Church's shoulder.]

When we get out of here, I'm going to introduce you to the wonderful world of Japanese mascots.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Cuz that's what I've been missing in my life. Weird Japanese shit.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, obviously. Or why else would you get saddled with me?

[Claps his shoulder once and then sinks back into his seat.]

Man. 'Weird Japanese shit.' Title of my sex tape.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Have you even had sex before Yuuri? [Because 1 c'mon and 2 of course he's assuming he and Yuuri have gotten it on.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Abruptly SINKS TOO FAR and slips off the ledge and half-dunks himself. He turns towards the wall, bright red and coughing.]

What--that--wh--I! [Coughs into his robot fist and then turns to point at Church.] I'll have you know I've had--tons of sex! I'm--detectives are very popular.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ohhhhhhh my god. Oh my god, c'mon man, you don't have to play pretend with me!

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm leaving. I'm--bye.

[Just like that, he's trying to exit the hot tub.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Don't run away from your feeeeeeliiiiiings! [NOPE HERE IS A BIG BEAR HUG FROM BEHIND PULLING JUNPEI BACK IN]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[NOOOO]

My sex life--is none of your business!

[All this splashing and shoving sure feels familiar. NO ROUGHHOUSING IN THE HOT TUB, KIDS. But suddenly, amongst all the half-naked wrangling--

VVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Church might feel something hard and metal start to vibrate against his chest.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[This is how people become friend. Roughhousing in pools and hottubs.

At first, at first it does him a great concern, because oh shit, what if Junpei's arm isn't actually waterproof? Cece's projector's not waterproof! What if his arm is shorting out, what if Junpei gets electrocu--

But oh. Oh in that half second of panic there is the realization.

If you ever wanted to see a grown man almost drown because he's laughing so hard he can't keep upright, that is Church. He eventually is half hanging over the side because this is the most gut-busting thing that has ever fucking happened.]

I ca--I can't, you've--holy--oh my god--

I know I'm hot stuff, Spidey, but I didn't know you felt that way about me!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Meanwhile, Junpei has moved to the entire opposite side of the hot tub, as far away as he can get from Church while still preserving some modicum of his dignity because he can't leave because it's still going.

VVVVVVMMMMMMMM. VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMM.

He hunches over the arm, likewise hanging over the side, but even with his face turned away he's red all the way down his back and there is no masking his mortification. There is no God, or He would strike Junpei down on the spot in His mercy.]

That's it. I'm going to kill you. You're dead. I'm going to end this whole circus here and now because no one will ever find your body.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Please--please tell me Yuuri knows about this and appreciates it to its full capacity!

[misanthropicprinciple]

IF YOU TELL HER I WILL END YOUR EXISTENCE. I'LL KILL YOUR GHOST, CHURCH.

[motherfucking_ghost]

She has got to know! Holy shit, don't tell me you're holding out on her!

[misanthropicprinciple]

I didn't know! DON'T TELL HER!!

[motherfucking_ghost]

I won't tell her if you tell her first.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm gonna dismember you with a rake. Don't tell anyone, EVER! --And help me figure out how to make it stop!

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's your arm, I don't know what the fuck you want me to do! Is there a button? Do you need me to grapple you again?

[misanthropicprinciple]

No. [YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM, THIS IS YOUR FAULT.] Shit, there must be some kind of pressure sensor or something...

[He inspects the stupid vibrating piece of shit, trying to hold it in place, but embarrassed Junpei can only handle so much detective work before he runs out of HP (humiliation points) all over again.]

What if you dismember me with a rake. Like, just a little. It's what a friend would do.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What if I leave you here and you can enjoy some personal time with you and your hand. Like a friend would do.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Nope, he's grabbing Church's arm. He's grabbing Church's arm with a buzzing iron grip.]

You help me fix this, Church, or I swear to God... they will find your body. Some of it.

[Oh. But there it goes, powering down.]