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

[motherfucking_ghost]

Also that. [Look at this utterly charming smile!]

[scourgingstars]

Just don't make a habit of that. I've a reputation to uphold.

[motherfucking_ghost]

So, next time, spin you around, got it.

[scourgingstars]

If you want your nose broken, then by all means go ahead.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It'll be like a dance! You were a king, I'm sure you know how to, like, waltz or whatever, right?

[scourgingstars]

I can dance perfectly well, Church. There's a difference between that and whatever ridiculous thing you're talking about.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then you can spin yourself around. No me picking you up required. What if I twirl you?

[scourgingstars]

Are you-...

...Are you trying to get me to dance with you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I'm not too proud to admit that wasn't originally the intention. But now that you suggest it...

[How's the refuge in audacity to distract from feels working out for ya, Ardyn?]

[scourgingstars]

I suggested no such thing.

[goin good]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Is it because you're rusty? Two thousand years, you haven't danced at all, huh. I won't tell anyone.

[scourgingstars]

For your information, I think I most likely have since then.

[but he's not sure]

[The truth of the matter was that the Imperial Chancellor spent the average social function in Niflheim's capital being what passed for 'social'--charming, upbeat, and incredibly unnerving to anyone that knew better. (Which more than likely boiled down to 'just Ravus and Aranea'.) There might have been the occasional dance or two along the way; such was the nature of cultivating an amicable image.]

[You know, smile pleasantly one day, stab everyone in the back the next. Politics.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay. So. You've shown off singing. At some point I bet you'll have to show off dancing. We'll force you to have fun. It'll be the most annoyed fun you'll ever have.

[scourgingstars]

'Annoyed fun' seems to be your favorite kind. Very well, I'll accept the inevitability at some point in the future.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yessssss. [insert fist pump here] You're right, it's the best kind of fun for me. You know me all too well.