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

[desperateprayer]

But why did someone as worthless as me get to live, Church? Why did I suffer and suffer and still end up with nothing? I shouldn't... I shouldn't be having fun and I'm not really... Really going to be happy for awhile.

[ Sorry, Church, but you suck at this. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Why am I the one getting saddled with all these existential questions? You lived, it sucks, that doesn't make you worthless, that just makes you someone who's gone through some nasty shit and come out the other side. Shit happens, and some people make it and some people don't. That's kind of what war is.

'sides, death never stopped me from having a good time, so living shouldn't stop you from it, either.

[desperateprayer]

...I need a bit more time, Church. Everything's just... Built up and built up.

[ ...I mean, there's a bit more to it than that. But she'll be fine. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

['You've had five weeks' sounds bad even in his head, so he's going to elect to not saying it.]

Yeah, that's kinda what living in this hellhole's been like. And now people are snapping, and that includes you and me.