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!]

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[daughterofthemark]

My head is making a heroic effort to rectify that. And no, I have not.

[...wait.]

I'm certain I had nothing of that nature last night.

[serrata]

[ ... ]

Arianna-chan.

[ god in heaven. ]

That's all any of us were drinking last night. There wasn't a single non-alcoholic drink there.

[daughterofthemark]

E-even the punch?

[SHE DID HAVE A LOT OF PUNCH]

[serrata]

Especially the punch.

[ ARIANNA PLEASE ]

[daughterofthemark]

I was completely deceived...

[And she hasn't even brought up the jello shots yet.]

[serrata]

... Are you really that surprised, though -- with this group?

[ arianna she loves all of you but even Yuuri knows every single person here is some form of hot mess ]

[daughterofthemark]

Anyone would be surprised!

[No, Arianna, just you.]

[serrata]

... Will you promise me something, Arianna-chan? Never, ever change.

[ A cinnamon roll this precious and sugary must be protected and preserved. ]

[daughterofthemark]

...all right, Rii-san.

[This cinnamon roll is both too sugary and too hung over to be entirely sure how they got here from there, but if Yuuri likes her the way she is then she'll try to stay that way.]

[serrata]

... So. Do you actually remember much of last night, then?

[ MIGHT AS WELL MAKE SURE... ]

[daughterofthemark]

[well she's forgotten a lot of it but...]

I recall Dame Queenie telling me my fortune... and Sir Homare's challenge with the gelatin...

[serrata]

... the shots. The jello shots.

[ Good god. ]

How many did you have?

[daughterofthemark]

At least... twelve? I tried to leave enough for everyone.

[It could be literally any number really.]

[serrata]

... I'm actually impressed you're up and walking around at all.

[ jesus christ Arianna ]

Do you drink much back home?

[daughterofthemark]

[Well she slept, so she's recovered all her HP and TP even if she still has a status effect. She shakes her head.]

A glass of wine for special occasions. Anything beyond that would be inappropriate.

[serrata]

... So last night was the first time either of us had actually gotten drunk.

[ She sighs and rubs her face. ]

Honestly, we're lucky we had people to look after us.

[ ... 'looking after' is maybe a bit of a stretch but. still. ]

[daughterofthemark]

The same people who got us drunk in the first place?

[...is Arianna actually more perceptive like this?]

[serrata]

[ ... she's got a point. ]

That was probably just as much our fault as it was theirs, though.

[daughterofthemark]

We are not the ones who held a party where everything contained alcohol.

[Dooming a good man to a fate worse than death? She'll go out of her way to make that her fault. But getting drunk at a party? Lolnope.]

[serrata]

[ ... she's thinking of Junpei's stupid vodka and his stupid shots and his dumb smug grin and she finds herself making a bit of a face. ]

... that's also true. I don't think the punch was exactly necessary.

[daughterofthemark]

Some of these friendships may be hazardous.

[Not that that means she's giving any of them up.]