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

[shikosuki]

Mmm. I think it's... less that it changed my mind and more that it got me thinking. I'd never really thought before about what school I wanted to go to after graduating, or what career I wanted... or even being something other than a sextuplet, honestly. All I really ever thought about was just playing around with my brothers all the time.

[ He flips the page again. Third year. They're all pretty close to what they've become as adults now; only one of them looks the same way he did as a child. Choromatsu himself is all the way on the right side of the picture, at the end of the group. ]

Akatsuka-sensei had already passed away before we started high school. Maybe that was part of it. I just know I wanted to meet everyone's expectations for me. Be a person they could be proud of. Be Choromatsu - not just "one of those Matsuno sextuplets".

[ Guess what didn't happen? That. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Whoa. Huh. Hey, like--if your creator passed away, doesn't that mean, like... isn't it kind of like the god of your universe died?

[Something something, living in the history God abandoned, something something.]

[shikosuki]

I... guess?

I haven't really thought about it like that before.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, man. You could do anything.

[shikosuki]

Well, probably not anything but...

[ pauses ]

...Yeah, I guess kinda. [ they've done so much. weird shit since he's been gone after all ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

What's that even like, having some kind of... artistic dictator, and then not?

[shikosuki]

Kinda like your grandfather passing away, I guess. One you never actually met. You know you wouldn't exist without him and that he cared a lot about you but he's not like... your dad.

We keep a picture of him in the house and pay our respects but it's like you would when a family member passes. Things did get kinda weird when we came back on the air but... other than that not much changed, really.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh. Well, that's not as exciting as I was hoping. It would've been cool if, like, all physics got suspended, or you could suddenly become gods yourselves...