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]

I'm sure some would think I've a lack of respect for personal space myself. [He tugged at his red-orange scarf with his free hand, draping it over Church's shoulders instead.]

Regardless...I think I'd rather leave that particular little melody with you and Clarith. It's not mine anymore.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Wow. Wow that scarf he'd made fun of (along with everything else) he'd tried to get his lubey hands on. He blinks surprise, because this sure is an interesting new mood Ardyn is in, lotta ups and downs, why it's practically human, or a very good facsimile thereof. He flips one end of it over his shoulder like a stupid movie actress. Please be glad he doesn't say 'master has given Dobby a scarf', because it's really tempting.] You'll find that's one of the few things I won't complain about. [What a winning smile. What a shit.

His smile turns a little more wistful about the song, though. No...no, maybe it's not Ardyn's anymore. Nor Noctis'. Maybe it doesn't belong to anyone, but now he and Clarith have it, and that's important. It's so desperately important now that it's left for them to keep and protect and do with as they will.] Always time to learn a few new melodies anyway.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn didn't know who or what he was right now; he also wasn't sure what he felt in abundance or lacked at the moment. For the moment, king and chancellor had both given way to something worn down enough to entertain things like this, casual conversation and halfhearted attempts at entertaining that buried, broken crystallized shard of something that was once human.]

[So he just...sort of went along with the situation instead of resisting it, instead of slapping aside the hand that had reached for his own.]

Time is certainly something I might yet have in abundance.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Or, if we fuck up enough that we can't find a way out of this game, it'll be at least a few more weeks yet, which is still plenty of time to learn some songs. I don't exactly have any moving hymns to teach you off the top of my head, cuz that's not my religion, so you're mostly just stuck with whatever I can find on the karaoke machine that I know. Or, y'know, that anyone else knows.

[He's still idly rubbing the fabric between his fingers, considering.] I know it doesn't really matter now, but this morning, I didn't say. After everything with Tex, everyone got reassignments. Split up. I didn't really care, because...I just couldn't at the time. The base I got transferred to, it was empty and run down. And I was the only one there. I don't know if it was some...mandatory thing, like there's a base, it's useless now but we need someone to technically occupy it thing or what, but I was the only one there. No one else in the whole army got assigned there, so... It's been over a year. And you know I'm a, a fucking extrovert or whatever, I like people, I like being around people, even if it's just to scream obscenities at their stupid helmeted faces. And I know that's nothing compared to you, but that's why I had to come over. Just needed to know I wasn't alone.

[scourgingstars]

...It didn't bother me. If it did, I'd have shoved you off of me and told you as much in no uncertain terms. A year is a long time, for someone with any value or understanding of the concept.

['You think ten years is a long time?!' His own voice came to mind; snarling, bitter mockery. Time had long since stopped mattering for the man who waited millennia just for revenge.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I know. It just occurred to me that I hadn't actually...explained. Like our normal Sunday routine. [He starts laughing before he even fully finishes 'routine', because god damn, to think 'wake up and tell each other what kind of stupid and/or fucked up memories they remembered during the night has become normal.] Man, they say if you do something for 20-some days, it becomes habit. Usually they're talking about flossing or cleaning your living space, not, y'know, murder and memories and mayhem.

[scourgingstars]

I would imagine that once something's happened enough times, you come to expect it whether it should be a habit or not. Even something as outlandish and ridiculous as this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Fridays, man. I'm gonna have an aversion to Fridays from now on. Also, you'd think I'd avoid the rest areas now, and yet?

[scourgingstars]

You're not one possessed of an abundance of sense. The fact that you're alone with someone like me right now is evidence enough of that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I already live in the same room as you alone and haven't wound up dead. I wasn't gonna stop you from leaving if you were, y'know, really...trying to avoid me. Lucy-goosey's more than welcome to stay.