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

[scourgingstars]

Don't claim you understand how I feel. How any of this feels. Until you've had the human you forgot you were and the monster you know you are so harshly thrown together that you have no idea who you are anymore, you have no idea.

I don't care what you think, and it's no concern of mine whether you believe me or not. I don't want to hurt any of you, and that's the last desire of the savior king that all of you knew. Church takes on more than he should--far more than I should ever have asked of him. Every last one of you does, and don't you dare assume I don't realize that.

[goteachother]

The last desire of a man who you insist is dead. But he's not. You're not. And you're not some uncontrollable monster. Roland? Roland had an uncontrollable demon inside of him. You don't!

Maybe you just want to pretend like that part of you is dead because it's safer, isn't it? It's so much easier pushing things away instead of holding on to every bit of feeling you can. Because feeling is scary, feeling means you get hurt and you're just so fucking scared you'd rather be dead inside than risk getting hurt again.

Well guess what, Ardyn. Living means getting hurt sometimes.

[scourgingstars]

It's easy enough for you to assume there's no such monster standing here, when most of you haven't even seen my true face. And I can guarantee you right now that none of you want to.

[He took a slow breath, obviously trying to keep some part of a very short temper in check.]

I am not afraid of getting hurt, and I don't need someone that's existed a scant few decades to talk to me about living.

[goteachother]

Oh there's plenty of monster. [She scowls, shakes her head and sighs.]

And the rest is just cowardice.

[She is so done with this argument you stubborn asshole. Fine. Spend the rest of eternity hating yourself and everything around you. Go on. She isn't going to try to stop you anymore.]

[scourgingstars]

...You're going to dare call me a coward? You wouldn't stand up against a fraction of the things I've seen, after the way I've watched you shatter and struggle to pull yourself back together here.

Accurate cards or not, you don't know a damn thing about me.

[goteachother]

I'd rather shatter a thousand times and have memories of the people I loved for it than be empty.

[scourgingstars]

...

[And that, he didn't seem to have an answer for.]

[goteachother]

[Does.... this mean she won?

Is there any way anyone can "win" at something like this?

She needs to be drunker, now... off to collect jello shots.]