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]

What? Oh. You lost your voice?

[Junpei grabs some paper towels for him to press against the cuts for now.]

[shikosuki]

[ He nods.

SHIT SUCKS MAN. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Geez, completely? That sounds annoying. Or, uh. Doesn't. You know what I mean.

[He hands over the paper towels.]

Here, keep pressure on that. Sometimes glass cuts so clean you don't even notice how bad it is until suddenly everything's on fire and you want to die. How deep is it?

[shikosuki]

[ He does as he told and then just... shrugs. But he knows that's not enough of an answer so he looks around desperately for a way to communicate for now. Eventually he settles on the bathroom mirror and, like a little kid messing with windows, leans over and blows on it enough to fog it up so he can write something brief. He probably shouldn't let go of the paper towels but welp, a few seconds should be fine right? ]

Don't know
Didn't notice

[misanthropicprinciple]

[SIGH.]

Okay. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.

[And off runs the Espurr, returning in a few minutes with a first aid kid and some extra gauze.]

Still bleeding, Sketch?

[shikosuki]

[ He takes the paper towel off for a bit then nods. Though it's not as bad as before. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

All right. If it looks like it's slowing down, then probably you don't need to see Nari for stitches or anything. Here, let's get that wrapped up.

[Gotta clean it first, of course. Junpei's gotten into enough scrapes to know the basics.]

[shikosuki]

[ He pulls a face. Yeah he's gotten enough scrapes before to know what clean entails.

NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Yeah, well, at least Junpei's brisk about it, I guess? He's no nurse, unfortunately.]

What'd you even break, anyway? Something from the bar?

[shikosuki]

[ He's wincing... and then shakes his head.

...Shit what DOES he tell him then. He can't say it was Takumi's stupid poison juice.

He finally just makes motions like someone pulling something up by rope and pulley. This is apparently supposed to be his way to say the dumbwaiters. Which are not rope and pulley. But he has no idea what else to do. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uhh, rope. Climbing. A well? Oh--the dumbwaiters.

[Junpei????]

Yeah, guess they do send a lot of breakables. It's kind of a wonder I didn't smash something open that first weekend, with all the whiskey.

[He finishes cleaning and bandaging Choromatsu up.]

How's that. Not too tight?

[shikosuki]

[ AT LEAST HE GOT IT...

He shakes his head at the too tight question, then smiles and gives a thumbs up. WE GOOD. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Returns the thumbs up and even kinda smiles a little himself. SUCCESS.]

Oh. Uh. Hey. If you need some paper or something to communicate, I... well, I've always got some on me out of habit, but it's not like I can really, ah, write very much right now.

[shikosuki]

[ OH! PAPER!

His eyes light up, yes please give him some Junpei he's tired of charades, he's even (carefully) clasping his hands together. Please paper. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Heheh.

[A small, pleased, good-natured laugh. Junpei pulls his hand into his kigurumi, finds the pocket he made of one of the sleeves he cut off, and retrieves a couple folded pages of blank notepaper.]

Here. And you can always get more from the tattoo parlor.

[shikosuki]

[ B L E S S

He starts writing on the paper right away, using whatever hard flat surface he can to do so. He holds it up after. ]

THANK YOU!!

[ Then he goes back to writing again ]

THIS SHIT SUCKS!!!!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It's a realer laugh this time.]

Haha, no kidding! It's like, between the two of us, we practically make one functioning communicating being, Jesus.