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.

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[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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[motherfucking_ghost]

[The groan that emanates from the coat is not one of gratification but utter and total annoyance on the verge of giving up.] This is fucking worse than the chicken pox. I think. I mean chicken pox isn't really a thing anymore so it's not like it I think I'm gonna tear my skin off aaaaaaaaugh.

[scourgingstars]

[what's a chicken]

Let me guess. You were subjected to something inconvenient as well.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I was curious it was the perfect opportunity I could not let it go unfucked with. [His head flops against the tree in moderate defeat. For a few seconds. Until he starts gently rubbing his head on the tree before making himself stop.] Plus, I thought you had way more layers than that. That vest is something else, man.

[scourgingstars]

Shirt, vest, coat, scarves. Four layers, depending on how you count this one. [He gestured to the shorter orange scarf still around his neck.]

[The loss of his coat really just outlined how weird the rest of the outfit actually was, all things considered. We need to talk about that shirt, Ardyn.]

Hold still. [He reached over to an inside pocket of the coat itself, pulling out a number of neatly folded pages covered in lines and lines of what was recognizably Ardyn's own handwriting.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Ardyn, honey, we need to talk about that entire nightmare ensemble.]

Wha--ohhhh, and what are you writing, huh?

[scourgingstars]

Nothing that you need to concern yourself with. [Apparently Ardyn's outfit was made of pockets, because that very quickly disappeared to one on the inside of his vest.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[For hiding FUCKED UP STATE SECRETS.] Is this a reverse thing now? Where you don't tell me so then I get interested and then start bothering you until...I mean you're not likely to get embarrassed, but something will happen that to be super honest is going to be unpredictable and possibly really hilarious or really upsetting? [As he idly scratches a spot on the back of his hand continually.]

[scourgingstars]

[that was astonishingly self-aware of you, church.]

...No. This time, when I say you need not be concerned about it, I mean exactly as I say. It's something for myself that no one else needs to know of.

[motherfucking_ghost]

See, you didn't believe me when I said about what I was writing. [But it also was, in fact, relevant to Ardyn at least.] ...I mean I'm still curious.

[scourgingstars]

If I tell you what it is, will you leave the subject alone?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Mmmmmmm[the consonant might be extended because he's scratching that spot just a little bit more insistently]mmmaybe. Cuz at this point the alternative is to catch you conked out again and then take your vest this time.

[scourgingstars]

...I've been keeping notes since we got here. Originally I was taking them on this- [he gestured vaguely with the arm that had the PIP attached to it under one less layer] -but I thought it was a better idea to simply write them out.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I mean, if it's to keep 'em safe from PAL, he'll still probably be able to see the notes unless you write them in the guest house or something.

...Just like general notes? About the shit that goes on here? [He starts scratching up his arm under the giant arms of the coat but then pulls his hand back and tries really hard to fucking stop scratching for two god damn seconds.]

[scourgingstars]

It's nothing so sensitive that I'm worried about hiding it from PAL. I only thought having it written would make it easier for the rest of you to recover if the worst should happen.

[yeah just. throwing that out there nbd.]

It's not of earth-shattering consequence, regardless.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wh--

[okay itch is just for a fraction of a second completely forgotten]

...Is this a situation like...Roland's letters? You haven't gotten that sentimental on us, have you?

[scourgingstars]

Nothing so sentimental, or so direct for that matter. I told you not to worry.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah well. I do that worrying thing anyway when I'm not being a bag of hysterical dicks.

Or a pile of itchy skin.

[scourgingstars]

Did you really think my coat would help with that? Because, as you've no doubt surmised, it did not.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, I actually wanted kinda as little contact with my skin as possible, which, spoilers, also did nothing. The coat was just impulse.

This baby's gonna be toasty as shit if you get it back. You're welcome, future you.

[scourgingstars]

What do you mean, if? I've had that coat for two thousand years!

[motherfucking_ghost]

And it's held up amazingly well for it. Ever think about updating the wardrobe just a little?

[scourgingstars]

No, black is customary and I doubt anyone from Niflheim thought to notice their chancellor dressed like a Lucian.

[Beat.]

...Wait, how did no one ever notice that?

[motherfucking_ghost]

You can wear anything black, just go to a Hot Topic. Besides, your shirt's not--

Wait, what do...[oh lordy here it comes] Niflheimians dress like if not pretentious and royal and black?

[scourgingstars]

[you know that is probably actually the correct terminology but fuck if i know]

White is the general color for the higher ranking officials, if I'm recalling correctly. I suppose they just wanted to be contrary.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[honestly just try to imagine the utterly 'this is the dumbest name I have ever heard' tone of his voice while attempting to pronounce that]

You're an incredibly contrary motherfucker. They probably thought this was just super normal and their chancellor was going through a belated rebellious phase.