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]

...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.

[scourgingstars]

[would you rather be an accordian, church.]

It's possible none of them thought to ask. I'm still not certain how I got the job in the first place. I couldn't have just wandered into Gralea and been hired on the spot.

[yeah about that...]

Either I'm a much better liar than I thought or no one bothered to consider a background check on their newest official.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Y'know, maybe it's better not to remember how stupid your employers were. It...man, it just causes a lot of headaches. [Who is RUNNING this ARMY?!]

[scourgingstars]

[you know, that's fair]

Probably, yes.