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

[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.