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

[everylittlesecret]

Or those freckles... [Might she be swooning? Yes, she's swooning.]

Because it's a hilarious idea. What's a party without taping someone to a wall or a ceiling or the seat of a riding lawnmower?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay, we're not doing ceiling. I don't want drunk you trying to set my nose back in place when I inevitably fall. At least to a wall, I'll fall on something soft and mostly make a hilarious muffled noise into the mattresses and pillows and shit. Ceiling is still gonna hurt.

[everylittlesecret]

Hey! I am not drunk enough yet not to administer medical attention... but yes. Let's go with a wall. I can lift you, Rainbow can tape you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You mean I'm going to stand on a chair or a table, and she can tape me. You're not picking me up. Like, that's cute, but uh...that is not going to end well for anyone.

[everylittlesecret]

You don't trust me? I will totally pick you up right now. I can even lift Arwen because he is one light motherfucker for his height.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Please tell me you've told him where that name comes from. Because holy shit that's a great name.

[everylittlesecret]

No I have not, but I've called him that a few times. He just stopped correcting me after I called him Arwen. He must like it~ I mean, he would make a good elf.