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.

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[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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[motherfucking_ghost]

Besides, your magic's not working like normal, and this is a time and place that probably isn't even really about magic, so it's probably all fucked up anyway. [That's his way of pretending she's not scaring him a little right now.] I can take awful. I'm here, aren't I?

[goteachother]

.... [This isn't the kind of thing that really takes magic so much as just some skill but she's not going to argue that. Not if it makes him feel better.

She does shift in his lap and start touching the cards, going through and explaining one by one. Generalizing the whole thing would be too awful.]

The past as it influences the present. Eight of swords... Interference, ideas squandered, loss of focus, lack of persistence. Bad luck...

The immediate future. Ten of Wands... Corruption, struggle, limited creativity and a dulling of the mind. The need to purify a declining state of affairs.

The source of this situation. Three of swords... [And here she hiccups slightly, pulling his arm around her waist and coaxing him into squeezing her.] Mental discontent. Suffering... restriction of emotion and learning through a painful situation.

And lastly.... the outcome, your potential. Seven of cups... Illusion. Indulgence in dreams and the need to differentiate between aspiration and fantasy. Errors in judgement... wishful thinking.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Those sure are a lot of negative words about his life and his future. He frowns at the offending cards, holding on to Queenie who seems to take a lot of stock in what they say.]

So...what you're saying is...I'm gonna keep being stuck here, and it's gonna keep sucking, until I start questioning--again--if this place is actually reality or not. Basically.

[goteachother]

It is reality, baby. [It slips out, sweet and affectionate and insistent but then she bites her lip, leaning into him more firmly. She hasn't called anyone but Kip that.

It's not like she's going to take it back, though.]

I think... maybe that's the point. As awful as all of this it is our reality right now and we have to deal with it.

Not just bury it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, your cards said it. I don't plan on burying anything. Figuratively speaking.

...Did you just call me baby?

[goteachother]

[She kisses him, shaking her head a little as she leans in, letting herself melt against him a bit.]

Okay okay, I'm sorry I just... tell you what I see, you get to take it from there, alright. I can't do any more than read the cards.

[And then she lets her forehead fall to rest against his, eyes closed for a long moment.]

I did... Sorry if that... bothers you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, don't be sorry. You're just doin your thing. I get it. I never put much stock in it. Or uh. Any. But it means something to you, and I'm...gonna try and prove your cards wrong.

[He signs slowly, arms tightening around her.] Most of my pet names haven't been the most polite words. 's different.

[goteachother]

You better. [Another kiss, slow and soft, reassuring in the face of that damnable read.]

Leonard, sweetie... hmmm... [Now she's just going to give him little pecks to punctuate each word while she thinks.]

what-about-hmmm- motek?

[Sorry, Leonard you can't have "baby" that's Kip's name.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He laughs a little at it all. Her whole Queeieness. Bless her.] Haven't heard a word like that in a while. Here I was thinking, hm, handsome? Captain? Sweetiepie lovely lumpkins~?

[goteachother]

Captain? That's not a pet name... unless you mean it in a- um.

[She bites her lip and cocks a brow.]

Well... a way that is rather inappropriate for public ears. [Which... means she kinda likes it.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I'm not sure where this is going, but I'm into it wherever it is.

[goteachother]

I mean people take orders from a Captain.

[Full of suggestion and purred against his lips.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Oh.

Oh.

Well. Ahem. Yes, captains do issue orders and expect them to be followed. Exactly what I was referring to.

[goteachother]

Mmmmhmmm

I'm sure it was~