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!]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

What--[He nearly falls out of the chair spinning, but last minute save, good one.] You are fucking silent as the grave when you wanna be, you know that? [Or you were in too deep of a thought, numbnuts.] I mean, you are welcome to look like a giant blue owl if you want, I'm not stopping you. You'll have to sling your scoodie over it, though, or Lucy won't have her mobile nest anymore.

[scourgingstars]

Do at least try not to hurt yourself.

[it could be both, church]

I am not wearing one of those, thank you very much.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Awww, but you'd look so cute glaring under this cartoony beak! [Yeah no he knows. He knows.]

[scourgingstars]

You're being stupid again.

[...he said, pulling the hood over church's eyes in an entirely mature way.]

And don't think I've not noticed you didn't answer the question.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church mostly just grins a stupid grin at him in an equally mature way before prodding the hood back up. And maybe flipping the paper over.]

Iiiiit's not for you. It's stupid, trust me. You know how I love my stupid shit. As you so love pointing out. Are you making the rounds?

[scourgingstars]

Oh, my, we're keeping secrets now.

[He placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning being offended.]

I'm so deeply hurt.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay, look, it's dumb, and I probably should've totally gone to you, but, fuck it, I didn't want--can we maybe talk about something other than whatever it was that I was writing that I'm now no longer writing and will probably just throw away, okay.

[scourgingstars]

Oh, you've just made a critical mistake. Now I'm actually interested.

[no one wants ardyn interested in anything they're doing. that way only brings disaster.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[s h i t]

Uh. I. Uhhhhhhh.

[He's going to do some quick thinking and shove that piece of paper down into the kigu. There. Now it's lost forever.]

[scourgingstars]

...You are a tremendous child. After all this, could it really have been so embarrassing?

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's not so much that, it's...I mean a little bit. I don't uh. Wwwwant to ruin your mood.

Y'know, more than usual.

It's kinda sentimental?

[scourgingstars]

My mood is in a constant state of 'ruined', in case you'd not noticed. And the more defensive you get, the more I wonder what you're actually up to.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay. Um. Preface. I don't really know Latin, annnnnd Clarith and I aren't, uhhhhhhhh. Seeing eye to eye right now?

1/3

[scourgingstars]

What the hell is Latin-

[record scratch]

[scourgingstars]

[....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god(s)]

[scourgingstars]

That is the most absurdly sentimental thing I have ever heard.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[HEY YOU KNOW THAT HOOD HE PROPPED BACK UP HE'S PULLING IT BACK DOWN NOW. HE HAS NO FACE. HE IS BIRB NOW. SQUAWK.]

Don't make it worse.

[scourgingstars]

['don't make it worse', he said to chancellor ardyn izunia, who spent two thousand years making everything worse]

Oh, but it's so very funny that you would try to figure that out phonetically because you knew I would mock you to one end of the mansion and back if you asked outright.

As I am doing right now.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I didn't wanna ruin the moment and ask you then, and since you sorta...it was a, y'know, a symbolic sort of letting go of--I didn't want to ask you now either!

I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever, to deserve this derision. [He says, still trying to disappear into the kigurumi.]

[scourgingstars]

Ruining the moment, that's even more foolishly sentimental.

[sorry church. he's laughing at you now.]

You are completely unbelievable.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ffffff, oh my god. This is why I didn't want to answer you about what I was writing. [How far into...or even off of this chair can Church sink? Let's find out!]

[scourgingstars]

Stop whining and give me that pen.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Nnnnnnnooooooooo.

[Okay but fine he flops a hand on the table and hands over the pen.

...And realizes hey maybe he also needs uh. paper. to write on. Hold on. There is some shifting going on in that kigu. And eventually a hand pops out where the face would be, so, like, it looks like some vaguely horrifying thing where a black cartoon chocobo has eaten a man alive. Slaps down the paper, crinkled. The blank side up, thanks. Don't uh...don't try to read his attempts at deciphering sung Latin.]

[scourgingstars]

You really are ridiculous.

[Ardyn said that with a quiet laugh as he started writing in the usual neat script, following with:]

I can't believe you're actually wearing that, either.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Blue's my color, but I was...feeling...

[mumblegrumblethisistheworst] sentimental.

Also I kept getting told they're cozy as shit, so I was bound to put one of them on eventually.