week 6

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[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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[buddyoldpal]

Awright, bring it!

[ How many shots should these idiots go for? He waves a hand over the tiny jello shots. ]

Show me what ya got.

[everylittlesecret]

[10. It's a nice and even number.]

Okay then. At the same time? So, one... two... three!

[Have you ever seen someone take jello shots this fast? How is she not choking to death?]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Jesus, girl, that's some skill. Of course, Nishitani isn't about to go down easy. He may not be German, but he's got the alcohol tolerance of a yakuza protag!! But I mean 10 shots is a little much, even for him...

Fuck it tbh. He's not going down without a fight. ]

Fuck, yer fast, girlie! [ he's playing catch-up but 3 should be no problem! ]

[everylittlesecret]

[While he's playing catch up, she downs a few extra for good measure.]

Wow, I forgot how gross jello feels going down.

[buddyoldpal]

Shit, yeah. The fruit don't really taste like fruit anym're.

[ of course he's on his fifth and starting to feel it with that slurred speech... but he won't be stopped till he's got only his regrets. ]

[everylittlesecret]

'know right?

[Nishi, she's on seven. She'll wait till you catch up before she takes her last three.]

It's like... Fake as fuck tasting. Like Pedialyte.

[buddyoldpal]

Like f'ckin... fake.

[ Very eloquent. But you can bet your ass he's caught up to her seven and is now. A little woozy. Only a little, right?? ]

Ya r'dy t'do this?

[ His accent would be off the charts right now in Japanese... ]

[everylittlesecret]

As fake as.......... fruit roll ups.

[Like fucking hell Nishitani knows what those are, Nari.]

F'ck ya! [She slams her hands down on the table.] Les go! Les go!

[One... two.... and is giggling too hard to take last shot for a moment. Then it's down and the shot glass is tumbling on the table.] What do I'wn?

[buddyoldpal]

Mmmmmhm.

[ He has no clue what those are, nope. But he goes for two and shotguns them back to back. ]

N't yet!! Nnnnoot yet, N'ri-channnn!

[ He's. He's going for it. But. He. He can't really hold his arm up. Anymore? Strange? Like...
wow, he just keeps going. To the floor. He has fallen. He has faceplanted on the ground. Bye. ]

Awwww fuck.

[everylittlesecret]

[...... Well that's quite a sight.]

St'll alive?

[She carefully, i.e. almost falls, gets down to his level, patting his head.]

Nishi?

[buddyoldpal]

[ The floor is nice and cold. Perhaps that helps keep him conscious. Who knows. ]

Mmmmyep.

[ He lifts a hand, giving her a thumbs-up. ]

'm alive. [ ..............beat. ] ...I think.

[everylittlesecret]

[She starts laughing and nodding.]

G-Good! I don't........ I dunno if we got car coals.... wait... charcoal here.

[buddyoldpal]

[ Have a mutter as your response, Nari-chan. ]

Coals? th'fuck?

[everylittlesecret]

Charcoal... binds to the alcohol. Makes you sober faster....... haldol to sedate you... do we have haldol?

[She will give everyone a shot here if you let her.]

[buddyoldpal]

S'nds like ya'd be f'ckin' pois'nin me.

[ Do not. Sedate the team. Don't do that. ]

[everylittlesecret]

Naw. It's all safe. It's how they deal with drunks in hospitals.

[Don't tempt her.]

[buddyoldpal]

[ He rolls over. Or he tries, anyway. It's more like a flop to get him on his back. ]

Stll 'n all...

[ I mean, that's one way to prevent Murder Friday. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[She laughs and almost falls over.]

Should I dose everyone?

[buddyoldpal]

Mmmmm-might b' too much p'wer, N'ri-chan!

[ This is obviously very serious and he is obviously Very Drunk. ]

Go ee-zy on 'em.

[everylittlesecret]

......... easy. No. I like..... things hard.

[What...?]

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani snorts, waving an arm like it's made out of lead. When did his arm get so heavy? ]

Hard, huh? I c'n have somethin' hrrd fer ya...

[ He says, this close to passing out entirely. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[Oh gosh the floor looks appealing. Nari lays down and giggles.]

'm sure ya do... but if it's below da belt, I don't vant it puleaze...

[buddyoldpal]

Whaaaat, th'n ain't a point!

[ Now he's raising his voice? His slurred voice? OK, Nishitani... ]

[everylittlesecret]

Yah yah, argue all you vant... about points... iz not the hard 'm tolking 'bout.

[Why... why does it sound like she has an Irish and German accent both at once?

Being drunk makes her unable to speak properly.]

[buddyoldpal]

Th's lammeee!

[ If he weren't being translated he'd probably sound more like he's growling than anything else. Lucky for her, she gets to enjoy the sound Nishitani makes when he means to drop his arm on the ground and it ends up landing on his face instead. ]

Ow.