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

[misanthropicprinciple]

You know those little, uh. What are they. Message tubes? I'm trying to make one for everyone's pigeons. I'll figure out how to close them later.

[Roll roll roll. A pigeon should be able to handle flying laden with a single playing card, right?]

We had something like this in the last game I was in, apparently, but for a dog. The birds should be way more efficient.

[scourgingstars]

That would be easier than having them just carry a folded sheet of paper, wouldn't it? I was going to see if Luscinia could manage that, but your idea's a bit better.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I think it's how messenger pigeons used to be kitted out, anyway. Though probably not with playing cards. Any ideas for, like, caps on the ends?

[scourgingstars]

I'm not sure what we even have available; the storage closet might be a good place to look.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Eh... or the infirmary, maybe. It's mostly condoms and junk in the storage closet. Though I guess a condom could work in a pinch...

[scourgingstars]

That's true, that...would likely not help all that much.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I don't understand why we need a whole storage closet for that. I mean, don't they send us enough lube and underwear and shit through the dumbwaiters?

[scourgingstars]

I think they're just tremendous overachievers.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Sending us panties isn't even sexy anymore, it's just weird. I've touched so many medieval bras...