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

[serrata]

... They really sent a cannon up in the dumbwaiter?

[ You ever reach a level of done where it feels like nothing even fucking fazes you anymore, you're just along for this farcical ride. She's getting there. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[That's about where Church is right this very moment.] Gotta have something to distribute the glitter. I don't have any confetti on me.

[serrata]

Calling this a party without any confetti. The nerve. We were barricaded in our school and surrounded by the dead last time we threw a party and we had confetti.

[ humor blacker than Ardyn's coffee is how we're coping this week, it seems ]