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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[goteachother]

I don't do nothin more than anyone else can. Making coffee is my greatest skill, really so...

But I will do anything I can to help everyone. And when you guys find my wand I'll be able to help a lot more.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He laughs a little.]

I'll get right on it. I'm pretty good at finding things, you know.

[goteachother]

Well ain' we lucky ta have you then~

[She's being playful but really, Junpei. They'd be lost without you.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

The luckiest. What would all of you even do without my drunken joyrides and underwear delivery service?

[He doesn't even realize how tense he's been holding himself until he relaxes a little, stops worrying so much about Yuuri. Hyperfocusing on one thing proves detrimental to local man's health, news at eleven.]

[goteachother]

We'd be lost in sorrow, panty-less.

[Which reminds her of that first joyride of his and she has a moment, eyes going wide and she opens her mouth, about to ask something-

And she stops herself. Breath catching in her throat. He.... he had that pillowcase, of Kip. Back when everyone was so mad and she doesn't want to know if he destroyed it and she doesn't want to cling so hard that she asks for it but-

She turns away abruptly, tilting her head up to stare at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[And just like that, he's all alarmed and worried again.]

Queenie?

[Was it something he said?]

[goteachother]

[She takes a moment, breathes slowly and when she turns back to look at him she's trying so hard to smile.]

I'm sorry. I just...

Thought of that stupid pillowcase and- [Well the and is pretty obvious.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, Queenie. It breaks his heart to see her trying so hard.]

...I do still have it.

[He thinks he sees what she's getting at, and he's not sure he really wants to go along with it.]

[goteachother]

Yeah...? [And there's a flicker of uncertainty, part of her wants to ask for it. Really desperately wants to see his smile again.

But what does she keep telling people about moving forward? Honoring the dead but not dwelling in the past?

She shakes her head, refuses to ask, to cling that desperately. It's hard, it's so hard not to beg Junpei to let her see him just one more time but she keeps that fragile smile firmly in place and pretends really hard that her eyes aren't damp all over again.]

'm glad you didn't burn it or somethin back then.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Setting things on fire when we're supposedly in space just seemed like a really bad idea.

[What even is their oxygen situation? Who knows. That's not what's important right now. First Yuuri and now Queenie, haunted by the people they can't let go...

There's kind of a lump in his throat. He swallows.]

Queenie, I... I don't know if it's a good idea. But if you think it'll help, I... Well, I don't want to look at it. [It hurts, remembering how much he freaking hated Kip, and then how much he didn't. Junpei shakes his head.] So if you want it...

[goteachother]

No! [A little too loud, too sharp. No thought or hesitation. She's afraid if she lets herself hesitate at all she's going to say yes.]

I'm just... glad it didn't get destroyed. 's all.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I'll keep it safe.

[The way he couldn't keep Kip safe.]